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So close the day that's gone and yet so far;
One step behind, untraceable it stands.
Some with their tortured souls and minds make war,
And don't recall the glory of the lands
So close the day that's gone and yet so far;
One step behind, untraceable it stands.
Some with their tortured souls and minds make war,
And don't recall the glory of the lands
