Oh, dear how my ears hurt! Your heart is acing way too loud. Overflowing when your tears burst slowly, chasing you through end of time.
Oh dear please be quiet. These words arent made for them. Dont even dare to think about it, their troops will sense something.
Come on lets drink ourselves to sleep. Were like an army at the brink of defeat. We are the happy people with invisible ropes around our necks.
Every step has a meaning. A purpose we will understand. When it has reached its darkest point morning light will find our land.
Oh, dear you dont believe me. Hope has been away to long.
You say its not faith to fight back, I say:
"Efter fröet kommer trädet gro"
Ram Ram.
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