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A withering flower without its roots |
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Sadly passing away unloved |
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Songs to sing and tales to tell |
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Vanishing into obscurity |
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A dwindling power bereft of soul |
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Quietly leaving the world behind |
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Names to praise and sacred sites |
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Drifting away to nothingness |
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But we'll resist until the end |
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Till the last of us shall fall |
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And we will love you to the end |
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Our folk that time forgot |
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A withering flower without its roots |
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Sadly passing away unloved |
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Songs to sing and tales to tell |
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Vanishing into obscurity |
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But we'll resist until the end |
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Till the last of us shall fall |
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And we will love you to the end |
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Our folk that time forgot |
