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The Maple of Alesund
The wind bites at the death of hope
Beautiful mountains stare from the distance waiting
A town scarred from a fire lingering in mind
As the silence quells the last of hope
Soldiers, guns and tanks roll through
Seeking opposition on a path straight through
Fortifications find footing, scarring the beauty of those hills
Where evil lurks and killing is a thrill
In am...
Friday 6th December 2024 3:03 pm
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