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CBbAmCG
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CCircle of hands, Bbcold spirits plan
FSearching my land for an Cenemy
CCame across Bblove's sweet cost
FAnd in the face of beauty Cevil was lost
Sky full of eyes, minds full of lies
Black from their cold hearts. Down to their graves
Murdered the dawn. Spreading their scorn
Cursing the sun of which love was born
We must Fkeep them Caway
Or Fpretty soon we'll Cpay
And Fcount the Fmcost in Csorrow
FSacriCfice the Ffuture has it's Cprice
And Ftoday is only Fmyesterday's Ctomorrow
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