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The Warring Skies


The skies go to war when the clouds are silver all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars see the anger flashing in the sky destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time tears from the wounded above fall down into the women and children's eyes and overflow as they weep for them when the skies go to war ain't no sleep for them no, ain't no peace for them.

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Aldae

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