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Safe Haven
Trifled are sounds of mourning, lost
When all is over, with nothing begun
Still, is the branch caught in the wind
Trapping my heart in sick embrace
Morbid and cold
Do not affray, with that which you must keep
Through this anguish, we must push
Whilst around us, all else crumbles
Here we remain, safe
But insane