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Are they gone from here


(((   ???   )))

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by the edge of the woods

In this

Our singular storm

The scent of flowery field

Mingles with the visions of war


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All the pretty little girls are gone

into the fantacy

And are lost


//


Mournful sound


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The day of perfection is still here


But the pretty little  girls

Have taken their souls

and put them on sale


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