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A mourning sun over the stone
Shaded by a darkened tone,
With eyes so strong upon the land
Carved by the souls of man. ~*~*~ ~*~*~
The colors of this earthen hue
Stir and muse as warriors do.
Their cause not to understand,
Carved by the souls of man. ~*~*~ ~*~*~
On this mountain where man lived,
Of good and bad with lives to give,
Now rows of tombstones rise so grand,
Carved by the souls of man.
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A mourning sun over the stone
Carved by the souls of man.
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