| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - rs flash across the skyThis air feels strange to me Feeling like a tragedy Take a deep breath and close my eyes One last timeStorms on the wasteland Dark clouds on the plains again We were born into the fightBut I am not sentimental This skin and bones is a rental And no one makes it out aliveUntil I die I will sing these songs On the shores of Babylon Still looking for a home In a world where I belo
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