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Severance
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The birds of leaving call to us,
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Yet here we stand
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endowed with the fear of flight.
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Overland
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The winds of change consume the land,
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While we remain
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In the shadow of summers now past.
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When all the leaves
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Have fallen and turned to dust,
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Will we remain
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Entrenched within our ways.
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Indifference,
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The plague that moves throughout this land
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Omen signs
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In the shapes of things to come.
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Tomorrow's child is the only child.
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Severance
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| Bauhaus |
