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       you marched into 
       my Jericho 
       blowing down my
       walls like Scirocco's
       the world it seems 
       is lost to time
       our hearts abeat
       to thoughts sublime 
       our fears recede 
       angers subside
       we dare to dream 
       of futures confide you marched into my Jericho blowing down my walls like Scirocco's the world it seems is lost to time our hearts abeat to thoughts sublime our fears recede angers subside we dare to dream of futures confide
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