| At first we were torn apart
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| By the totalitarian
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| Omnipresent regime
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| Forced to hide
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| Forced to wait
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| For a time to safely escape
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| We watched our families, being executed
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| Butchered and then buried, inches away
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| Our unexpected fortunes
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| Belittled by what would happen today
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| Alas, we were separated
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| But we later found each other
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| In the Promised Land
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| No sanctum
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| The unholy malignancy devoured them both so slowly
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| Our loved ones tortuously faded right before our eyes
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| With our hands linked tight
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| We somehow managed to endure
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| What began as a budding friendship
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| Began to blossom
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| A second wind prompted us
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| To begin again
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| And towards a new life we were thrust
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| To simple abode which we shared
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| But as the years trickled by
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| We were simply forgotten
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| Those whom we, sacrificed
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| So much for, had abandoned us
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| The curse of the wretched living
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| Our bodies began to whither
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| But at least we had each other
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| The painful memories
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| From our past
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| Made what would come
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| That much harder
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| A pact was born
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| A plan was set
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| Would eighteen floors
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| Be high enough
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| When the morning came
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| I helped her out from her chair
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| And held her hand
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| Taking in the late October air
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| We made our way
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| Up onto the railing
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| We embraced, one last time
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| And together we leapt to die
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| Bound in
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| Rigor Mortis
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| For all
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| Eternity
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| At least until they pried us apart |