Slowly things, start to fall in - Place me in, your arms till the sun comes up, morning brings us glory tales of a new day. This fantasy, reality, say
a river but they could be victorious The battle is won, but the dark age will return "Listen warrior...... in the past you have been victorious, but
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like a river but they could be victorious The battle is won, but the dark age will return "Listen warrior...... in the past you have been victorious,
The Listener] I carry my heart in a name-brand box with a handle A suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration Many vandals have ravaged and torn at
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