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Days left of fall, the dimming light falls |
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Our fighting soldiers home to rest. |
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And shadows watching out, |
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To wage a raging war. |
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A victory for all I see. |
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Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. |
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A history of dreams collide. |
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You can see it on their faces, |
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Smell it on their lips, |
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A generation of ghosts, |
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Lost and weak. |
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Fade away. |
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What little of love left within me, |
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Has been bled dry... and buried. |
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Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. |
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A history of dreams collide. |
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A fallen friend then speaks, |
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A wasted round of dreams, |
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A history of dreams collide. |
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I will sing with the end of all things. |
