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Out on the old moors
The clouds gather round
A memory gold, pure
In grand barren ground
You'll make a stand
A life in your hands
When the betrayed come
To rip out your secret
Reputation
No zeroes can keep it
Locked away
Seven clouds burst today
The cost of survival
Is losing your edge
Lost in revival
