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Fateful Echoes
Amidst the Lord's garden, Eve's cries echo. A serpent cowers from the sky's echo. While luring sailors through the misty seas, bewitched, the Sirens' song and sighs echo. For mercy, dancer Mata Hari, pleads. Through all of France resounds a spy's echo. Beneath the forty blows of Lizzy's axe, her parents' shrieks of stunned surprise, echo. With crashing words, inside an empty head, fizzled poetics of Blüeyez echo.
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