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Well I thought we'd arrived in at a tract in our history where we'd fought every endeavor we could fight yet I shuttered with grim preconception as the cannonade erupted into light and my ocular gaze lay dehiscent it seemed that I could not look away and every god fearing son was a patriot and victory remained elusive just one bomb away just one bomb away
-Good Riddance, Decoy
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