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From our surge they will perceive, Through these clouds which roll the waves, Vision granted, to their graves.

For strings have tuned Whose sound aligns,

Infractions knot to cordon crimes. And so the violins have played. Each saddened note invokes accord All men to God if we have strayed Before we climb aboard. Our souls may gather yet today In teeming fields, as men who grow From boys, uprooted in the fray, Unraveled in the throe. Front to back to front entombed, Mortal millions in this plan Ride the fog in steely wombs Borne to take the sands. So enfertiled, carried thus, As fetal forms in she who brought them Lulled to pulsing waves which rush On monotonic strings of autumn, We are the spit across the breach Of killer whales whose vented anger Lashes out from blood stained beach To violins once played in languor. And so the eyes of Satan whet For none will live who would forget. From those ordained of murder's quest, The devil takes the wrest. A gallant shadow of the past Summoned from antiquity Pearled old stallion pushing fast To the bridge! The bridge across the See' !

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