and no-one grew into anything new:
we just became the worst of what we were.
joy and sorrow, hope and fear, have been ground to finest dust
powered in the clamped mortar of our captain's soul.
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and no-one grew into anything new:
we just became the worst of what we were.
joy and sorrow, hope and fear, have been ground to finest dust
powered in the clamped mortar of our captain's soul.
and no-one grew into anything new:
we just became the worst of what we were.
joy and sorrow, hope and fear, have been ground to finest dust
powered in the clamped mortar of our captain's soul.