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To tell the tale of the time is a sublime challenge.
"Bring those figures from under rocks and jab them
with their ruling lies."
A song comes on colored by some high aspiration.
The secret of crowds clambering to be known.
"See us! See us! See us! See us!"
A valley is filled with tales of woe.
The city bursts in an attempt to contain them.
All is far through the ineluctable stages.
One by one emerges a single file of sad refugees;
eyes shut to an unholy sound dreaming of its victim.
"Let us hear the eternal waters pour through
undone city bastions as people circle around
semi-clownish figures who tell them elaborate lies."
"Keep still and quiet and empty your seeds to the fiery air!"
Ah, to tell the tale of the time.
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