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Song of the Distant
On a dark evening
I've been wandering sadly
My eyes drift far away
I've become a dream, a fantasy
The city burns, the sea is silent
Factories spew out poison
This place doesn't feel like home
I've made a land for myself
The one who defends at the front
The uprising comes to light
My true self has been worn down
I've been quite damaged.
