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Hands burying face
This world grows older
While I get colder
Watch it smoulder
Crumble down in boulders
...We carry it on our shoulders.
While I get colder
Watch it smoulder
Crumble down in boulders
...We carry it on our shoulders.
Published 31st Oct 2012
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