Every dead is wounded.
Every dead is blind.
And they are equal against their kind.
We are all crawling on our pride.
Distinguishing between black and white.
Fumbling over moments to appreciate.
Seeking the stream to an unknown gate.
Every dead is blind.
And they are equal against their kind.
We are all crawling on our pride.
Distinguishing between black and white.
Fumbling over moments to appreciate.
Seeking the stream to an unknown gate.
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