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Feb 2014
My light starts to fade
The sun does not rise
The world they have made
Speeds towards it's demise

The surface turns black
The sky is a shroud
They cannot turn back
It's too late for that now

So forward they walk
And the darkness of tomorrow
Is the talk of today
And the pit of their sorrow
Unknown
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Unknown  Prison of Freedom
(Prison of Freedom)   
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