The walls are red
The room is dark
People come close
Then fears to start
Cos the fence is high
Powered by thrones
Everybody wanders
What is in the vault
A treasure to hunt
Or it’s just a mirage
They keep on making efforts
Facing million thwarts
Dawn would break
Turning everything into raw
In the eyes of them
Where the dreams used to flower
And the walls would fall
Turning everything dark
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