At All (With Extra Meaninglessness)

from by Jay Tholen

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these evil days
i find no pleasure in them
my window watchers grow dim
cause there is nothing here for me
at all
our fathers given to sleep
processions wail in the streets
and there is nothing here for them
at all
grasshoppers no longer stir
faint grow the songs of the birds
cause there is nothing here
for us
at all

there's only You

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from Vainglory, released September 10, 2011

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