When the angry men came
Bearing torches and fear
I tried to call your name
But drowned in my own tears
Why do I build my hopes so high?
Why do I dream such lofty dreams?
The world I built up to the sky
I now watch burn, despite my screams
They say the higher you soar
The harder you will fall
I cannot take much more
Why do I hope at all?
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