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Sirens sing and dance
Water flowing through their fingers and
Funneled into the lungs
Of drowning sailors
A phenoix rises from ashes
And falls in flames
Pride stifles their cries
And hides their burns
Golems sneak silently
Around the mud walls of
Jewish synagogues to scare
All the non-believers
Giants walk on clouds
Each stomp a clap of thunder that
Stops the hearts of little girls
Stuck on the ground
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