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It's the fight for life, Their callous hands joined in fear. Those boiling flow of tears, As they wait for the stampede that grows near.
The northern winds are unholy, It brought the society to its knees, As they gnaw on the bones in greed. These chains don't rust but the unjust is freed.
Their blood stained tears, Are valiant with will so sheer.
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