| Anyone, could you see the pain that dwells inside of me
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| To whom it may concern: I ask for justice, even in a small piece
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| If I had lived in this place since its inception
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| I would see…
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| All the process of degradation, what a waste!
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| Thousand years, yet we see nothing
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| Not even a thing to be to be proud of
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| Always cling to our past fortune
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| But that was made by our forefathers
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| Does anyone care?
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| Enough of this hell
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| Fading solemnly to obscurity!
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| If you had lived in this place since its inception
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| You would see…
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| All this process of deterioration |