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Oct 2019
Sometimes I like to come up here
where the sirenes fade
and where's lessΒ smoke in the air
Under me the ruins and the ash
glowing in the red light of these last days
I can't see any living beings
only the broken hope of a world we lost
So I turn my head
watching the stars instead
watching the universe in this lonely night
let there be life
let there be life
let there be life
Written by
ruby  16/F/Earth
     Graham, ---, eleanor prince, andY, Sue Collins and 1 other
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