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In a world of broken promises

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Ferelwing

Published: Dec 14, 2011

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In a world of
broken promises
Dreams are for the weak
So many lack
consciences
You can't trust
a word they speak
But true to the word
of liars
comes a tale so
well known
The burning pyres
of hope do
ever roam

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