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There is a never ending toll Down, in the deep pit of our soul In a constant, trembled churning A house-fire e'er brightly burning While we, trapped scramble inside As the smoke and heat, they rise We stand to face the black smoke Move forth, stumble, cough, and choke Eyes squint in blearied raging reds Yet we must shuffle on ahead With our loved ones right by our side Together press to find the rise Where the air and heat are clear To Stop and move beyond our fear Finally, fresh breaths fill our sides Til we find, someone was left inside.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
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There is a never ending toll Down, in the deep pit of our soul In a constant, trembled churning A house-fire e'er brightly burning While we, trapped scramble inside As the smoke and heat, they rise We stand to face the black smoke Move forth, stumble, cough, and choke Eyes squint in blearied raging reds Yet we must shuffle on ahead With our loved ones right by our side Together press to find the rise Where the air and heat are clear To Stop and move beyond our fear Finally, fresh breaths fill our sides Til we find, someone was left inside.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
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