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And the river of souls

And the river of souls Won’t hear them As they cry And weep Above the howling gale Cry silently Forsaken ones Keep your breath Your tears Your money Your gold Lash out Among yourselves Blame each other For your peril And doom The weak The meek Have gone There singing To a merry tune

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