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In this place of fading grace, the floorboards creaking time. Because this place is unseen, I know that we must leave. Each harbour light was stilled by night, the sirens’ songs unheard. Because this place is unseen, I know that we must leave. Confusion scrapes its name upon the signpost that’s unsigned. Because this place is dying, I know that we must leave. |
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