As I watch you walk through, the Vanity Fair, I remember a time where I once walked a road so similar. Now for all those trapped in its rows of dark, change division, instead of cursing faithfuls mark. For the evils of satan may pass over head, the night can still glow instead, of a burning darkened red.
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