Standing tall, surviving blow after blow,
They sing a song, a sad song,
For the vanished lands that have fallen, they moan.
Still so brave and beautiful in the war, that is somehow forlorn,
The stacks stand tall, the mighty ocean rages on...
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Some rand
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
