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Heavy of heart, and torn asunder
We shuffle on along this knife´s edge
As wide as any tighrope
All cut to rags and ribbons

Lost at sea like all who´ve sailed her
Glory be to our shared failures
Stitches sewn over broken

Bones pushing out from under skin
Wound about a frame not built to last

All the houses we´ve built
that have too many windows to be safe
All the times that we´ve worn
ouselves so thin in lies that we created
All the things we hope we
will be remembered for when we are gone
All the secrets behind
locked doors we couldn´t have told anyone
All the cities we´ve made
from scratch inside the basement of this house
All the wounds hardly stitched
that any swordcould rip inside from out.

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