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Pictures, songs, and clothing tell

They dimly ring a rusted bell

Until the gentle hum's a scream

Like waking from a pleasant dream

Ghosts that rise up from the grave

Are doomed by time to die away

And yet they often do return

While right and wrong are not discerned 

With all my heart I did forgive

But pain inside of me still lives

And slowly do I wreck my prize

And feed the flames of dying eyes