⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⡏⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⡟⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿



We passed upon the stair
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend:gohwehrmacht:
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone:pleased:
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand,
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
And all the millions here
We must have died alone
A long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the worl



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⣀⣤⣶⡶⠟⠛⠛⠻⣶⠶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠞⠉⠀⠈⢷⡄⢀⣀⣀⣿⠀⠀⠉⠳⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠟⠳⣤⣀⠠⣶⠛⠁⢸⡏⠉⠉⣰⣄⣀⣼⠉⠻⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⠋⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⣹⣷⠖⢻⡗⠲⣾⣇⠈⠙⢁⠀⠀⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢰⣯⣤⣤⣤⠙⢳⣾⣉⠙⢧⣸⣇⡼⠁⣙⣷⡟⠛⣦⣠⡴⢿⡄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⢸⣿⣀⣾⣃⣈⣛⣾⣿⣿⣷⣛⣁⣸⣧⣀⣈⠁⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⢈⡍⠉⢿⡍⣩⣭⢿⣿⣿⡿⣭⡉⢹⡏⠉⣿⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠸⣷⠞⠋⠻⣤⡼⢿⣍⣠⡞⢹⡏⢳⡀⣩⡿⢧⣄⠛⠛⠛⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣄⠀⠀⢡⣄⡀⣹⠿⠦⢼⡧⠴⢿⣏⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣦⣠⡟⠉⠙⠏⣀⣀⣸⡇⣀⣤⠟⠀⠉⠛⢦⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢦⣀⠀⠀⣿⠉⠉⠁⠘⢷⡀⠀⣠⡴⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠶⠿⢦⣤⣤⡴⠾⠟⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀