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Fragile
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

frædȢaǺl |
Ǻf blȜd wǺl flǩȚ wen fleȓ ǩn(d) stiəl ǩ wȜn |
draǺǺŋ Ǻn ðǩ kȜlǩr ǩv ði iəvnʜǺŋ sȜn |
tǩmǢrǩȚz reǺn wǺl wǢȓ ðǩ steǺnz ǩweǺ |
bǩt sȜmθǺŋ Ǻn ǡ(Ț)ǩ maǺn(d)z wǺl Ǥəlw(e)Ǻz steǺ |
pǩhæps ðǺs faǺnlʜ ækt wǩz ment |
tǩ klǺntȓ ǩ laǺftaǺmz ǡəDZjumǩnt |
ðǩt nȜθǺŋ kȜmz frǩm va(Ǻ)ǩlǩns ǩn(d) nȜθǺŋ evǩ kȚd |
fǩr Ǥəl ðǩȚz bǤən bǺniəθ ǩn æŋDZri stǡə |
lest wi fǩDZet hǡȚ frædȢaǺl wi ǡə |
Ǣn ǩnd Ǣn ðǩ reǺn wǺl fǤəl |
laǺk tǺǩz frǩm ǩ stǡə laǺk tǺǩz frǩm ǩ stǡə |
Ǣn ǩnd Ǣn ðǩ reǺn wǺl seǺ | hǡȚ frædȢaǺl wi ǡ: | hǡȚ
frædȢaǺl wi ǡə|

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