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Passing the Death Valley |
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We crossed green littoral hills |
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Leaving behind the waters of an unknown sea |
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And we faced at once the opposite |
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Of those tranquility and beauty |
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Meeting face to face with the power of the Death |
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We perceived its delicate devastated taste |
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A boundless burnt city appeared before us |
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With ruins of once grand skyscrapers |
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Collapsed stack interchanges |
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And endless lines of wrecked cars |
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I stood stunned at this desolate scenery |
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Looking at piles of concrete |
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Broken glass and various debris |
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Unable to control my trembling soul |
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And far away above the dead city's ruins |
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The Shining Palace towered splendidly |
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We made our way to it |
