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The effect of your affection is wearing out You shouldn't have waited so long Kept him wondering if to you he belongs Only for the agony to prolong The place has turned vacant, yet
Holocaust Holocaust...Trapped..Like the fires of Hell, Destroyed the old and the young Millions suffered the agony and despair Holocaust...Covered in bruises,
I want for you to tell Christ That his quick glass is almost up And the moon’s light Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners Residing idly in the room Where the devious shadows lay
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