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Earth's Heirloom

The earth is shaking and fire everywhere
The wind sounds like a trumpet in the air
Words from the mountain ablaze in the stone
Now lay in pieces with rubble and bone
Forever adrift in the veiled black space
The golden record whats left of this place


  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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