The rubble where my lover lay
the corpses pile to the sky
beside this grave forever stays
tears for every inch and mile.

In the chaos of that dawn
the towers that we did love so
have fallen from there place above
and crushed those who meandered below.

The auburn sun may cease to rise
and dance upon steels broken face
the final song, sweet swan take flight
I seek but find deaths cold embrace.

And so I climb through seas of dust
to find the place where I shall stay
beside his body, his hand I hold
the rubble where my lover lay.

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