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There are my walls, 100 feet high, 6 feet thick,
Built by my own hands, sealed with my tears. Come on, throw your forces against them, your scorn, your mockery. I don't fear you! Look, I decorate them with fluttering flags and colourful banners. In the eternal shadows, at the darkness of the yard I stand. Alone..
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