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there was glory to be found,all thoughts felt sound;
yet we stand on edge of eternity,still pieces of humanity.
we chose a path called reason,cheated by spring in season!
we chose to be led by a love figurine,now nowhere to be seen.
all alone we stood lost,on the edge we saw the ghost.
like battle hardened men we boast,

'there ain't no ghost'

'there ain't no ghost'
'there ain't no ghost'


the leader of the pack,the one we planning to sack;
smelt a flower he thought lilies,reminding him of a mistress,
he screamed infamy,said he had a family:
we knew he would be,the last to fall on his knee.
and so he did first,so he died.....



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