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We didn't see it coming
On that sunny windswept day When no one was looking For giants to fall- Shade and green rustling Turned to thunder, Falling amidst our surprise. We stare at hidden rot exposed, Whose outspread arms Sprawl in the only place That could not touch us. Since when does Grace Look like this?
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