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It was all once bright jewels |
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And glittering sand |
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The oceans have ravaged |
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And strangled the land |
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Waste fills the temples, |
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Dead daughters are born |
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The presses are empty |
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The editors torn |
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Whose husband was the first to fall? |
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Who died the worst death of them all? |
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How many splinters in each separate band? |
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How many stations in the final hand? |
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Now gather up sea shells, |
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And write down brave words |
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Your prayers are unanswered, |
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Your idols absurd |
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The seaweed and the cobweb, |
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Have rotted your sword |
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Your barricades broken, |
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Your enemies lord. |