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A Pyre's meant for burning
and that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could

The Mead abets the Maw
and writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could

Fingers fault the loom
dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do

A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
The was nothing you could do

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