الكلمات الأصلية
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Where we crossed the land
And built around a world
And laid were all married
with our wounds
Leant on
Wrote the measures
On the walls unfading
But cursed
And this is what we left behind
While we coursed the row - we
Left heritage among
Millions
of dear faults
Just to run steady on the walls
The same reward
A single fraud
The same old pleasures
That we cursed
Sing with us
Of every fault
The same old chorus
What we cursed
In this world
