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Tireless I faced my way |
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The flames still burned |
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To see the stars and dales |
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My heart still yearned for |
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Surrounded by bleakness |
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Osseous trees seemen to |
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Seize the silence |
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A plain of ruins winds of dust tried to enshroud |
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All Remembrance |
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A doleful figure cowered |
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At the heart of this wasted lands his bowed head a mere skull the yield of dust in his hands " I dwell beyond all fear and here in my liefeless claw shall grow your given seed the everlasting flaw " |
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On the ground of his eyes |
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I saw a child drowned in fear |
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In the deep he beheld the airy play |
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Of those who can fly while fear turned into hate |
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Woe betide him and his tainted eyes |
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Seeds of despair won`t grow with tears of dust |
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So I left this wilted man and his vale of woe |
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To Resume my own path of dole |
