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Alone thus I stand,

Against the walls so grand,

Riles of the world so cold,

With every human so bold.

Whispers in the wind,

The story of my friend,

Thus I dice upon ye' thrice,

upon thy' wayward skies.

Through the perishes of thy' marsh,

The only care for a future not so harsh,

Thy' dreams of old,

Reunite in the cold.

Throughout the dances of the ages,

I turn on through the pages,

Sometimes I wander through streets,

The roads of whish pain she ever bleats.