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pine leaves
It was not a concentration camp Annihilation A million dead here (Annihilation) And still we believe As ghost presence How does it show a dream As ghosts Decide I've heard the same How does this end They come from They come from verdant Albion And still Still they breathe The corpor of this leaden leaf Folding out with ghost Censure Still in the tub of side for bone shakes These apes were once born Fluid now That's the truth Drawn from the in-outlet (One hundred thousand people perished there) I still wish I could have seen you all They lived thousand The hills at dusk Because they knew all the horrible Culturations and evocations Formulae From verdant green-yellow puddles Aesop Purcell appears in the form of an angel It's now No good Twice (I want to wish you a happy journey back home)