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Bystanders
The alter has all but fallen...
Once powerful in awe...
The struggle, canal, of waves dissolve...
Great divide stand wilt...
The cries touched with chords
of Braille...
enticed outstretched mallet
drive in another nail...
bystanders reel in wrath...
All consumed by an energy...
they too, themselves...
yet tapped...
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