| Breath sparse, limbs aching
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| Thirst parched, sight failing
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| Gasping for thin air
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| Our gaze, a dead stare
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| One year of exile
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| One fell deed, one vile tale
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| Our lives lost, our hope gone
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| Without choice, we walk on
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| Cast from our home
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| Forevermore
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| Cursed to wander alone
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| We, The Forlorn
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| Once I thought I’d lie here forever
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| At rest in a life of peace
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| My love, my land, and all that I had
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| Torn away and left with grief
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| Memories tainted
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| Of names and faces
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| Our kith and kin of old
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| Their twisted scowls
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| Of loathing and scorn
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| Never once thought of right or wrong
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| Here, in this land of stone
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| Where time appears to slow
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| A wasteland of dread and despair
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| The ground as dead as the air
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| Now, with home left behind
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| No hope lingers in our eyes
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| Our fears numb as our minds
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| Our tears long since dried
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| We lie undone
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| Cursed by the sun
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| Resigned to our fate
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| Swallowed by fear and hate
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| As dark falls, and light sets
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| Our journey, a failed test
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| We are scorned, we are lost
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| We are broken, we are…
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| Cast from our home
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| Forevermore
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| Cursed to wander alone
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| We, The Forlorn
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| Out of grasp of all that I’ve known
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| My heart falls silent as stone
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| With one last aching sigh
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| I bid thee one final goodbye |