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Jeremiad saturates the hour

But we won’t accept the defeat

Blossom shall take stand

On the carnage we left to redeem

Tales from this land

Are the tales of sour tongues

Costum to feel miserable

Addicted to cut the bonds

As light unfolds

We breathe arrows

Collapsing lungs

Bleed black tar

Since history is written by the victors

Who will sing the song of loss