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Statues of InnocenceBells toll, long lost times,Mourners cry for an empty hole. Years passed, nothing’s changed, They still gather, for a forgotten goal. Shadowed relics, haunted figures in my mind, I can turn my back, but I’ll never be blind. Turned away from my lies, grew for a fallen need. I learnt from others, I learnt how to breathe, How to be free from lost memories, From the statues of innocence. |