She walks through the dying and the dead,
After the carnage and the bloodshed.
With new eyes she wanders,
With a versatile mind she ponders,
And with a heart of steel she braces,
The disheveled world she faces.
And in the eyes of the dying and the dead,
She spies all the carnage and the bloodshed.
And though they wandered,
And though they pondered,
They were conquered by the scorn,
And will evermore be forlorn.
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