ATLAS SHRUGGED
Oh Lords, Unloath the wrath
Burden of your feast
Heavy on my shoulders
lays this path West to East.
Now without the weight
I stumble and mumble:
"All beauty must fade."
And all the continents rumble...
Oh Lords, Unloath the wrath
Burden of your feast
Heavy on my shoulders
lays this path West to East.
Now without the weight
I stumble and mumble:
"All beauty must fade."
And all the continents rumble...
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