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Far away, miles from here,
In the silent rains there is a sound.
And I hear it clear.
Save me.
Far away, not far from here,
In the bitter rain there is a voice,
And I hear it crying in fear.
Save me.
Static voices rise, a broken hopeless hymn.
Save me.
In harmony I hear their cries, the beautiful hymn.
Far away, listening from here,
In the silent rains there is a voice,
And I hear it clear.
Save me. |
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" If not you, if not this, what else is there but death? It's your call, it's all on you. Give more, give everything, give blood."-Bane
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