It was time to turn
Not for their turn
And a few more steps
I met with a collection of bones
Never thought the young dead
But gone are still strong
My turn Feeling numb
Want to meet alone with the framework
My turn
Already dusk age
Without waiting for the dark night live stars
only bind the body shroud
and shouting never stopped
and wait for trumpet
which was the year when it reads
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