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The skyline lit in green torn from this gentle blue soul
Where I, a lad, would sit overlooking this town of old
And I understood
that to make my dreams real it would take the sacrifice of
another dream I made that day
For all the pain that I've endured
I will never cease the attack
Into the woods, I go
The drudgery of the craft beckons me to strive for higher plains than thee
But I shall return to your wretched land when I feel the need to suffer again

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