.I am the king, of the great islands of grey
Windswept and scatted, bent and confused
My castle is my ruin, the mouldering grave
Where the memory fades along with the mourning cry of the mother>
Who counts the wounds, who sees the hunger, the flight of denial
The fibres the ne.
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