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A dawn rose slow and quietly from a womb of meaning |
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Suddenly a barren face of agony was brought to light |
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And it sang a cry of mankind, heart-wrenching threnody |
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That grew to immense heights too dreadful to describe |
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Still we stood with our eyes fixed into the ground |
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Wishing we could be somewhere far away |
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And the rain of tears burst from the skies upon us - |
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The drowning, while shrieks beyond the centuries |
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Pierced our souls to the edge of death |
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The sun became our most dreadful enemy |
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Our bodies burning, still never dying |
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Wishing you never were stillborn with us |