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- "Through"
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- We picked up the swords,
- Left our heroes behind.
- I knew my purpose,
- We knew our ground.
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- We saw the purpose,
- And seeing is doing.
- I believed in the winter,
- We believed in the spring.
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- We moved, an army,
- Of poor men and poets.
- I walked towards the winter,
- We walked without lights.
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- And we walked into Blood!
- And Steel!
- And Ice!
- And Screams!
- Then rain...
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- And then the pale-grey mist
- Streamed from the ground.
- We lay steaming in the rain,
- We stood there, in the mist.
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- The spring came to us,
- And we put down the swords.
- I stood there in the mist,
- My sword in my hand.
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- We found our heroes
- As the sun burned the mist.
- They were dead on the ground,
- They were standing in the spring.
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- The sun set,
- And the rain
- Sang in the
- Stillness,
- Covering
- Our eyes.
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- We believed in the winter.
- We believed in the spring.
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- Copyright(c)1995 Andrew S. Damick. All rights reserved.
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