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There Cis glass between Fmour touch,
Cphantom limbs of Fmformer love...
Fand the truth Fmis that FI am Fmso terrEbmified C
Cthat the callous is Fmdeeper than
Cthe surface Fmof our sFkin
Fand it takes Fmus twice as Flong,
it takesFm us twice as Ebmlong to healC.
Cwe'll lift up the Fmground to see
Cthe system of Fmroots benFeath.
gears tFmurn, endlessFly,
to bring the Fmworld back to Flife
like clockEbmwork, when it Cdies.
Cthe cadence of Fmbeating hearts,
Cthe click of its Fmmoving parts
Fgrows louder and Ebmlouder
Ffrom this Fmrestless Fearth...
Fmfuture garFdens wait paFmtiently Fbelow
and someFmhow we smell Fthem bloEbmssom
through the Csnow.
Cstill unsFmatisfied,
Cwe chase what Fmwe're denied.
Cas geneFmrations wait,
Cwe can't reFmsist the Ftaste of Fmpossibility.
Fgears Fmturn, endlesslFy,
to bring us Fmback to life Fagain.
like clockEbmwork, we bCegin.
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