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The pale

The mountains rise

In a pale whisper of blue

Like frozen teeth in the dawn 
A distant depression

Eyeless words linger in shadow

And so despair will be born
Our anguish laid bare

Filled with fear and hate

Dragging the pieces out into the sun
Ravenous and worn

Simply waiting for the dawn

We declare, our time has come

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