and i'm standing on the outskirts, staring through the cracks in the wall of the palace in wich my love lies. i know that if i stay to long, that i will be crushed, and i look outside to see the last of my comerades drifting into the snow, nearly out of my vision. if i'm going to catch up with them, i'd better leave now: squatterville is falling,
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