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Mission Of Burma Signals Calls And Marches

The spirit fights to find its way A friend of mine once told me His one and only aim To build a giant castle And live inside his name Cry and whispers

window in my head. There's a window in my heart. I look out of them when I'm sleepy and then I fall apart. Things are crumbling outside of me and

the scene Grabbed my hand and leapt out of the screen I won't be there when the monster flips I'll have it buried with an axe and a pick I have seen

This is not a photograph - no (This is not a photograph) And these are not the Elysian Fields (This is not a photograph) This is not a bigot's