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One day this old place will fall
And no more will it bow to the young The broken bricks will crumble tumble Children screaming yelling crying At the ruins of our foundation But the morn of that day will keep all in awe The sun's round bulb will wake the world Then sizzle frizzle into darkness Doom will fill the frightened hearts Until this old place is gone
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