.Empire sits on the edge of a hill
Born out of a gypsum mine
Held at once 300 souls
And none of them were mine
Now theyâre just ghosts in the streets
Wandering a land that sleeps
Once it was a lively place
Now just tumbleweeds
The houses they are .
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