Grown in cities long since abandoned Blown to pieces and thrown at random This is what we see while standing Long before the thought of landing
All too soon we've come to bloom Blown about in dusty ribbons And pointed skywards, scrape the heavens And should we end before we're shriven And call the names that we've been given
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oh this world was made for ending
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