| Damage has defined our border
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| Wall and manner forged in flame
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| Knowing little of your wounding
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| Share our mending all the same
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| Weight of words and wars we carried
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| I’m like you, just like you
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| Eyes of secrets, storm and story
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| Show and tell, we’ll make it through
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| Sadness like a pendulum
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| Pulls us 'round and to and fro
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| Onus fate and undue odium
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| Armor, anchor, lead and stone
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| By the telling, will they become?
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| Will they all be feathers?
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| Eyes of secrets, storm and story
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| Show and tell, we’ll make it through
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| Onus fate and undue odium
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| Armor, anchor, lead and stone
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| By the telling may they become
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| May they all be feathers |