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the night was soft admittancethe night was soft admittance a few words on the way to the operation theatre
scalpels were suddenly held at bay teenagers crowding the fountain were told to go home
a flock of sedimentary birds fled through the clockwork where time still was held for ransom
see not the desperation wolfs kill for see the unicorn
hear not the false whisper of dark men in charge heed the call of instantaneity
the dead were still dead begging for an instant mercy man is such a sore patient
call me not to the emptiness of political eggshells nor to the congregation of mice
I still meet the beggars every day I still see what you have done be gone I whish
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