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.: Tears have fallen like withered leaves,waiting for a wind that heavesall the pain into thin air,and clears the path till nothing's there...
Prai..
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I'll put upa statue,of us...In the central squareof our city:''The one we stopped building''....
And allwho stilldwell there,will know now...Who ma..
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Someone's writing....In the twilight...A silver pen,sparkling like Orion,in the overwhelming night...
Someone grasps it firmly,and immortalizes dre..
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The simplicity and easeof my survival without you...
....but so deafening the silence...
...in my soul...
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