This land of the dead
Has earned my respect.
And I feel as if I have to.
Your place of the needy
Is long gone in the distance.
And I feel I wander this dead truth.
There's nowhere else to go
That can shift this equilibrium.
Dead, wandering dead, out from my dead youth.
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Author:
Noah (
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