Los dioses y sus estatuas grises
Oh, but the heart beats in its cage.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
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'and i'll sleep a dream for the fallen and a dream for the broken,
their eyes torn, the woven crests of our houses undone,
in the land of the midnight king, i'll greet all our failures
and let 'em walk away...
For the end is nigh.'
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