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Woe drowns out the silence
Now free as heathens
Around in circles do the torn ones dance
Gara amun ian a friar...
Led by rhythmic motion
The lucid withers
Rupturing, the walls of every man
High beyond the mother, circling avians
Gracefully inciting one last trance.
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