Amidst the mystic silence,
and agonies of unheard voice;
she was the ruler,
of the valley of chaos.
And they say stories of it's strength Put forth the mighty of it's being Cheerish the presence of it Bewildered with love of it Silently, lying still, it griefs itself Hover around the city panicked For once it was chased By the bullets of glorious rebels
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