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And The End
Where Darkness Roams and Fear Abounds
We Shan't But See
Nor Hear a Sound
Upon Thy Earth,
The Surface Breaks
And Truth Be Told,
A Lie Doth Make
The End Is Held In Both Our Hands
Past thine Fingers, Seeps the Sands
Betrayal
So
Has
Felt
Never
Pure
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