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~*~ A mourning sun over the stone Shaded by a darkened tone, With eyes so strong upon the land Carved by the souls of man. ~*~*~ ~*~*~ The colors of this earthen hue Stir and muse as warriors do. Their cause not to understand, Carved by the souls of man. ~*~*~ ~*~*~ On this mountain where man lived, Of good and bad with lives to give, Now rows of tombstones rise so grand, Carved by the souls of man. ~*~ A mourning sun over the stone Carved by the souls of man.
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