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A simmering injustice
that has befallen
Over the clouds and
beneath the wind—
Shadows are accomplices
to its wanton laugh;
Take me,
Shield me,
This fountain of youth
has despair rock-bottom,
And without a clamor
Has it shaken the roots
of inequity lost—
Before the Sun my love
will stride
And into darkness my
soul shall hide.