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In no man's land,

Where the spirit was born,

The fittest place where man can die,

Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure,

But that we still should cry,

She passed through the darkness gate,

through the roses,

I see your falling tears,

As in her shadow of death,

Under an unknown sky

On the other side,

We'll be able to fly...

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