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What was best, |
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Was fiercely crushed. |
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They killed the dreams, |
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And now they are gone. |
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Sneering smiles |
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Mocking looks |
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Pointing out sins, |
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They hide in their nooks. |
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The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk |
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The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark, |
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To vanish off our tainted hearts, |
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All that we saved torn apart. |
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How can they know, |
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That thanks to their mumble |
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They turn into gold |
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The defeat of the crumble. |
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These shadowless men, |
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How can they know, |
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The power of the scorned |
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Is letting dreams go. |
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Merciless speech |
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Merciless acts |
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Words made of lead |
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Of beasts so voracious. |
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Sneering laughter, |
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Mocking glances, |
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Envious Faces, |
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And lack of tolerance. |
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The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the murk |
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The gun of sharp words on the verge of the dark, |
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To vanish off our tainted hearts, |
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All that we saved torn apart. |
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|
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How can they know, |
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That thanks to their mumble |
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They turn into gold |
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The defeat of the crumble. |
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These shadowless men, |
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How can they know, |
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The power of the scorned |
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Is letting dreams go. |
