Open arms, a welcome smile
Never been so close to home
It only took a little while
Rough caresses, hands of stone
Making way through empty houses
Wind is calling, calling still
Angry looks, the fire douses
By the people, by the kill
Now this place is dark and cold
Should I go leave stone behind
Ash and smoke, the bones are old
I should leave the stone behind
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