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Tears of longing
With nowhere to go Force their way, flowing. The power of the destitute And of the fallen hero, Hurrying up to and fro, Kindles the eternal awe Of the pompous with the ego. In the paradise of ruins With reverence and belief Sings the music of grief, An angel of fortitude.
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