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The sky held - by two poles,

And the clouds were giant bubbles.

Mother told me fairy tales —

I dreamt of being an astronaut.

Verse 1

This is war, and none are spared from sacrifice.

Stand or fall, the courage of our youth remains.

The words I tried to find were never mine to hold,

And the silence taught me more than mercy ever could.

To be or not to be,

To speak or not to speak.

We live, and then we die before the end —

Only regret.

Verse 2

This cold, carved from those I once tried to hold,

And I know

I might become a shadow in their light.

To be or not to be,

To speak or not to speak.

We live, and then we die before the end —

Only regret.