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Ruins
The age of darkness
Descends upon me
False hope
Built upon the shaky foundations
Of a naive dream
Crumbles
The dust of a once feeling heart
Rises
The rubble
Is all that is left
Time now to pick up the pieces
Clearing the ruins
That never should
Have been built at all
Ah, but it was a lovely dream...
Descends upon me
False hope
Built upon the shaky foundations
Of a naive dream
Crumbles
The dust of a once feeling heart
Rises
The rubble
Is all that is left
Time now to pick up the pieces
Clearing the ruins
That never should
Have been built at all
Ah, but it was a lovely dream...
Published 25th Sep 2009
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