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P54 - PowerlessAs we clingdesperatelyto the sweet dregsof our childhood.
P53 - Sentenced V, The RoomBound by chainsand whispers of death.Slowly they fell,there would be none left;he had stood very still,and moved not a limb,as their lives they did lose,the future they left him.'Guilt', said the voice,and asked him his name,they asked him his past;they were playing a game.But the game he would win,the reason quite quaint;he knew nothing much,and would never again.'I wonder if I will ever remember you.'