Sorrowful Land
in the time of tyrants
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All that the hand may touch
All that the hand may own
Crumbles beyond time's clutch
Down to oblivion
Fear not the boasts which wound
Fear not the threats which bind
Always on broken ground
The seeds fall from the mind
Always in darkest loam
A birthday is begun
And from its catacomb
A candle lights the sun
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