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In a sense of victoryI hold up what is mineAll these years I worked onMy own life and timesPutting ink to paperIn a leather cover fineHoping that some..
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A dark islandSurrounded by sky blueWith strands of stratus spreadFar across its rangeOn the boundaries of said skyseaIs a ring circling all not whiteW..
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Blue and whiteIs all I seeThe sky now blindsAnd tortures meJust a blank screenForever never endNo way to fight No way to defendNot any birdsOr bone ch..
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