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My dear home and the faces I have known.
Smell of fear in the place in which I've grown.
I feel shape of face I had years ago.
Still love name of the girl from childhood door.

Children feeling heat of light,
but the flame is out of sight.
Most of them have burned,
and few of them returned.

Family, oh i miss them all so much.
On my back, carrying heavy golden hatch.
Time to end, this is pointless trip threw life.
Open eyes slashing them with blade of knife.

Children feeling heat of light,
but the flame is out of sight.
Most of them have burned,
and few of them returned.

Children feeling heat of light,
but the flame is out of sight.
Most of them have burned,
and few of them...
Children feeling heat of light,
but the flame is out of sight.
Most of them have burned,
and few of them returned.

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