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Cold cobbled stones on which i walk
Each one seems the very same.
I'm so alone they start to talk,
To each I've given it's own name.

Every brick has it's own tale
Of battles old and lost.
Telling how in the end all men fail
And pay the dreaded cost.

These prison walls hold me away
From people I still love.
I will not see her one more day,
My heart rests in her glove.

Cold cobbled stones on which I walk
Each one seems the very same.
I'm so alone they start to talk,
Each one calling out her name.



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