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Capture the horizon, dry tears with stale wine,
Try to turn thoughts into letters, scream as loud as you can!
This empty streets seem like a grace of wounded hearts to me,
Just a few hours more to come and they'll enter their long expected target.
An unending story of renunciation, my sacrifice,
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