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If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

Забыл. Вспомнил. Нашел.
Кажется, здесь я начинаюсь
и здесь же заканчиваюсь.