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I stare upon the endless walls,
Your walls of steel
My eyes are tired,
Uour name weights heavy in me
I hear my innervoice,
It's calling for compassion
It's in the traces of
A long forgotten generation
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories
I hear my innervoice,
A voice filled with regret
The veil of virtue
Hangs deep around your neck
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories
I'm staring down
Your angels cry, they never fly
I'm staring down
And with the cry your angels die
It's a temporary grace you wear
The persistence of my memories
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