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Three proud survivors wandered in the wasteland They were looking for a place… Wind blew stronger between the hair They were looking for a place… Three lonely men carried a load on their shoulder They were looking for a place… Creaking of the wood, tramping of dusty boots… They were looking for a place… Starless was the sky, darker was the view They were looking for a place… Building a temple about a stone Glorifying their names Building a temple about a stone Glorifying their names