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Candles


Candles on a shore of black, lights flicker on stone white faces Not seas of corpses are they, but a sea of mourners The ones left behind, left to cry on wet sandy shores This is where silent tears are heard Where the only sound is moans and wails Here is where I am, where my friends life did end On that fateful day where part of my heart was torn out and thrown away
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