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When we’re stranded together,

On the same brittle patch

Of our crumbling isle   

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We both fight to pry

The heavy verses from our minds,

To exhale the trapped fumes

Still billowing through our bodies

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The quiet moments hover

As our phantom reminder,

Of  how our tyrants barked

And drew streams of their blood

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Let the silence drift  

For fellow traitors and exiles,

Let our quiet ruination  

Push their cradled cries outward