When wind blows papers from my hand,
Knowledge is lost throughout the land.
Memories scatter across the lot,
And I’m left to kneel
At the altar of naught.
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| Memory’s Skyscraper
When wind blows papers from my hand, Knowledge is lost throughout the land. Memories scatter across the lot, And I’m left to kneel At the altar of naught. |
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