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A sea of marble, wood |
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disintegrating showers falling |
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gargoyle heads and ornaments |
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of gold and lead |
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we sheltered here, |
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but now the tide of beauty |
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has dispersed |
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we once were home |
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but now are cast away |
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we were misunderstood |
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we gods of wire and wood |
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once shackled to the stone |
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which crumbled down |
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the avenues of blood... |
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the ballrooms caved |
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the pillars crumbled into dust |
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and we are playing still |
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the chords to call the angels |
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from their thrones |
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the dancers now are flecked |
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with cracks contorting galliards |
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they dance the steps |
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that lead now to their graves |
