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They didn't know
What it meant
To bleed of wounds
Yet they wanted it
While screaming of ashes
Of love, of heart, of dreams
They couldn't comprehend
Nor acted of defiance
For they barrened living souls
And put ablazed a thousand flowers
The deadly rituals seeked of tides
While the sinking one remained aloof

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