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Ruins
I look on ancient ruins Hear the battles they have spoken The presence of the multitudes its spell is still unbroken I wonder how I’m looked upon as friend or as invader I come to learn their secrets Solve the mysteries that pervade there Forgive me breathing voices Haunting graveyard statue lined. I am cursed as you are cursed Living in the ruins of my mind.
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