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A bridge so unforgivably long
Out of grave proportions
A marshland beyond the field, the mire
Corrupt constellations

In the woods the trees fell
In the shadow of the church
The priest are burning bibles
In satanic worship

The fields we always sowed
Swallowed down into the flame
The morning in the twilight
The present fell the same

A bridge straight into space
Where all matter are fading
A marshland so tragic, and wet
And the skies that are burning 

Åfgar Johans Åns 23/12/10

L Patrik WJ english version 21/01/11

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