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Painted visions haunt the horizon
Between the shadows
When the
stars began to fall
All my dreams
Lined up like criminals
Shivering, naked
Against the old stone wall
Crushed
under the weight
Of centuries of decay
Where we sat in the shade
The summer sun would fade
Twilight hiding our
sins
Memories of the midnight choir
Rehearsing for us
Under the hot china fire
I still hear their voices
Within
The
echoes of this travesty
Pervading the silence
The snow-white majesty
Nothing but a correction
In the margin of
history
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