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The streets have begun to settle, the lights are getting dim. The clouds roll in like shadows, the songs have turned to sin. Where were the heroes on high? Where were the stories they told? The sun has sank into the graves with the heroes of old.
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
From Hell
The streets have begun to settle, the lights are getting dim. The clouds roll in like shadows, the songs have turned to sin. Where were the heroes on high? Where were the stories they told? The sun has sank into the graves with the heroes of old.
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Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
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