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Stormy P.

Our Place

They are all gone away,

Broken cities, we take,

Our sacrifice, nothing to say.


No days today,

This day, we break, soon to embrace,

They are all gone away.


Gone are the days,

Memory, our ache, by and by we blaze,

Our sacrifice, nothing to say.


We seek the plays,

Oh, to be awake, gone is our crave, this our undertake.

They are all gone away.


There is ruin, decay,

This quake, for their sake

Our sacrifice, nothing to say.


Around the clock, gray

This, is our undertake.

They are all gone away.

Our sacrifice, nothing to say


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