Bones, sinking like stones, all that we fought for, homes, places we've grown, all of us are done for. We live in a beautiful world. Oh, all that I know, there's nothing here to run from, because everybody here's got somebody to lean on. I think I’ll go home and mull this over before I cram it down my throat. At long last it's crashed, the colossal
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