A shadow was miming with silhouette timing
Something you’d seen before.
A sigh did utter and pitch of the gutter
Stained photographs and the floor.
Days came and went and all time spent
In a hazy world to deplore.
But on the hunger grows, and no one knows
Who will win the Battle for Evermore.

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