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When the Walls Fell

By Darmok

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'When the Walls fell'by Darmok 8/28/98Swallowing heaps of coals the torch once held long and high.Falls into the abyss of emptied souls, the burning sorrows cry.Where goes the light of day, abandoned dreams lament.To shores of withered gray, our years of longing spent.Memories there, old and forgotten, our faces fade to gray.Fires that lit their burning passions, quenched in wells dismay.Put aside the golden rings, love there was departs.No happy ever after this day will not bring, only emptied vessels...our hearts. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 08:46 AM PST, Darmok    18 • 0 • 8

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"'When the Walls fell'by Darmok 8/28/98Swallowing heaps of coals the torch once held long and high.Falls into the abyss of emptied souls, the burning sorrows cry.Where goes the light of day, abandoned dreams lament.To shores of withered gray, our years of longing spent.Memories there, old and forgotten, our faces fade to gray.Fires that lit their burning passions, quenched in wells dismay.Put aside the golden rings, love there was departs.No happy ever after this day will not bring, only emptied vessels...our hearts...."

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