The first 13 lines.
Water was running Children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain A golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But, oh - oh your city lies in dust my friend
Oh - oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding We found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories And all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But, oh - oh your city lies in dust my friend
Oh - oh your city lies in dust my friend
Your city lies in dust
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