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Built to protect the city, Strong and sound for four hundred years. But today it's meaning differs, A spot for drinking with your peers. Graffiti cakes it's surface, The cannons no longer fire. But every day I walk the walls, It's ancient stones inspire. To imagine men fought and died Within and outside these bricks. And now they're covered in paint and bottles, due to us, what a bunch of ****** But this stone will outlive me and you And in that it will always win. Because it's hard and has been through more than alittle indulgence, and alittle sin
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Walls
Built to protect the city, Strong and sound for four hundred years. But today it's meaning differs, A spot for drinking with your peers. Graffiti cakes it's surface, The cannons no longer fire. But every day I walk the walls, It's ancient stones inspire. To imagine men fought and died Within and outside these bricks. And now they're covered in paint and bottles, due to us, what a bunch of ****** But this stone will outlive me and you And in that it will always win. Because it's hard and has been through more than alittle indulgence, and alittle sin
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
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