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Equal


We stand here
Watching our life's plunder
And yet still feel joy
But covered in sorrow
We can't help but to spill blood
Even when those can't stand with us
We watched the sky fall
And the ashes rise
We wait for the light to dim
But it still burns
As the ashes touch our skin
Are we doomed to watch this eternity
Or are we made to see others beginnings
While they watch our ends
Or are we in a equal paradox of our own dreams

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