Lend me the eyes of millennia
Align the rapid glimpse of lives in frames
Like fading photographs in ashes
In desperate seconds, closed in by the flames
Let me walk into their cities
When dust and sand has covered every trace
If love, of pain and liberty
A veil of ash and night across its face
I would cast a shadows over beacons
their
swarms
stained
seconds
reverse
rapid
photographs
night
millennia
living
civilizations
closed
shadows
across
blood
liberty
cities
battlefields
align
among
glimpse
ashes
could
covered
desperate
beacons
disperse
echoes
every
trace
fading
ghosts
would
lives
flames
disoriented
frames
freedom
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