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    The children read

    And sing and dance

    With sixty generations of ghosts

    In some vague Utopia

    Of the mind

    Whose only enemy is time

    The shadow knows

    The beauty of it all

    But the ones who are

    Estranged or dead

    I can’t recall

    I aimed, I found, I lost

    A hundred thousand times

    Now mountains of holes

    Escape the sky

    Mark sudden end

    To gradual decline

    Under noses of fools

    And eyes of blind

    Meanwhile

    A dying animal

    I could have helped

    Is still tethered

    To its blood-stained pole

    Left alone to die in fear

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