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High... On Its Hill The White House Stands<br />Like a Mosque Of Silence On The Cliff Of Demise<br />An Eastern Outline Against The Light Of The Sky<br />With The Glare Of Sunset On The Autumn Night<br /><br />Behind Deaths Angel, The Sunset-glow Darken, Shadow Thickens Under Oaken Leaves,<br />Soon The Last Powerstreams Of Summer Droop,<br />Around The Dwelling Of Fire On The City Of The Dead<br /><br />And As An Echo Of The Black Death, Still Lingers Forgotten Under The Song Of The Wind -<br />A Messy Remnant Of The Dark Fares, That The Scourge Of Plague Us Once Bestowed<br /><br />Behind Deaths Angel, The Sunset-glow Darken, Shadow Thickens Under Oaken Leaves,<br />Soon The Last Powerstreams Of Summer Droop,<br />Around The Dwelling Of Fire On The City Of The Dead<br /><br />And As An Echo Of The Black Death, Still Lingers Forgotten Under The Song Of The Wind -<br />A Messy Remnant Of The Dark Fares, That The Scourge Of Plague Us Once Bestowed<br /><br />The Plague Cemetarye Nook Of Cracked Stone<br />Closeby, Here Slumbers In The Place Of Centuries<br /><br />The Whisper From The Past Converges, With The Temple Of Death Of Our Own Time
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High... On Its Hill The White House Stands<br />Like a Mosque Of Silence On The Cliff Of Demise<br />An Eastern Outline Against The Light Of The Sky<br />With The Glare Of Sunset On The Autumn Night<br /><br />Behind Deaths Angel, The Sunset-glow Darken, Shadow Thickens Under Oaken Leaves,<br />Soon The Last Powerstreams Of Summer Droop,<br />Around The Dwelling Of Fire On The City Of The Dead<br /><br />And As An Echo Of The Black Death, Still Lingers Forgotten Under The Song Of The Wind -<br />A Messy Remnant Of The Dark Fares, That The Scourge Of Plague Us Once Bestowed<br /><br />Behind Deaths Angel, The Sunset-glow Darken, Shadow Thickens Under Oaken Leaves,<br />Soon The Last Powerstreams Of Summer Droop,<br />Around The Dwelling Of Fire On The City Of The Dead<br /><br />And As An Echo Of The Black Death, Still Lingers Forgotten Under The Song Of The Wind -<br />A Messy Remnant Of The Dark Fares, That The Scourge Of Plague Us Once Bestowed<br /><br />The Plague Cemetarye Nook Of Cracked Stone<br />Closeby, Here Slumbers In The Place Of Centuries<br /><br />The Whisper From The Past Converges, With The Temple Of Death Of Our Own Time
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