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Be it all the ways we divide

Be it the loudest voice in the crowd

That pleading stomp stomp. Be it

the 'Yeehaw'

The torpid cacophony we are afraid of

May it succeed this time

If we're lucky

Yes, only if we're lucky

To speak, perchance to choke

on all of this pride, finally

She was raven haired,

there in the lot

Silver coin on the ground

No, not even the strongest

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