Fools see Europe - the limit of thinking,
Beset by flames, desolate and cold fringes of cold.
Cemetery, scorching red the night has fallen,
But the thought was never wavered.
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Fools see Europe - the limit of thinking,
Beset by flames, desolate and cold fringes of cold.
Cemetery, scorching red the night has fallen,
But the thought was never wavered.