Our Lady has blushed
Because her children  do not
Love her anymore
The collapsing spire smashed
The heritage or what
We used to be before...
It's not the roof that burnt
It's the hand that protected
Us from the unknown
What has been neglected
Is gone....
Forever.....
Do you believe now we're closing an end?


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