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Penny for your thoughts and I shall couple yours with a dime
Tell a tale of the holy lands and pray you'll believe
Knights in shining armour are forgot
Replaced with dreams of bullets and blood.
Broken bodies lying in the ashes of a tainted world scarred with reason and logic.
Shut my ears to the cold dusk a'calling and bid my eyes not to stare
Better days will be sought in some other mans soul
But not here
Not now
Not there.
The End
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