Remember

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Nothing I can see
There is nothing to hear
And nothing to hold dear
For everything seems to be a fantasy

Said thee:
Away with these thoughts of mine
Chased away by those vagabonds
Who I call criminal and not aligned
With the allegiance of the Ponds

Remember, remember
The tenth of October
When the city falls
And the people rise

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