burned villages
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children cry
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burned fields
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mothers die
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smeared faces crying
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thousands fell on battlefields
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standing by my horse
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the battered armor burts
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laying on a clearing
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staring at the clouds
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feeling down, down, down
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thoughts getting clearer
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looking around
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seeing tears in my eyes
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glaring colours
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everything shining from inside
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they lead me
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back to harmony
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leaving my sorrow back in my body
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moving towards a tree
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dazzling, grining figure on a branch
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dangling with its legs
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curious light shapes teasing me
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giggling around
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the grining figure tucking at my hand
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pulling me through the wood
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towards a city of light
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fairies and other beeings
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rushing to me
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filling my heart with love and harmony
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noticing a silver thread still leading
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back to the sorrow
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the growing desire to stay
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lets the thread get thinner
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The Refuge
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| Project Pitchfork |
