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                         Slouching toward Bethlehem  
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                        | Turning and turning  | 
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                        | Within the widening gyre  | 
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                        | The falcon cannot hear the falconer  | 
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                        | Things fall apart  | 
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                        | The center cannot hold  | 
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                        | And a blood dimmed tide  | 
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                        | Is loosed upon the world  | 
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                        | Nothing is sacred  | 
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                        | The ceremony sinks  | 
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                        | Innocence is drowned  | 
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                        | In anarchy  | 
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                        | The best lack conviction  | 
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                        | Given some time to think  | 
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                        | And the worst are full of passion  | 
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                        | Without mercy  | 
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                        | Surely some revelation is at hand  | 
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                        | Surely it’s the second coming  | 
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                        | And wrath has finally taken form  | 
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                        | For what is this rough beast  | 
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                        | Its hour come at last  | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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                        | Hoping and hoping  | 
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                        | As if by my weak faith  | 
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                        | The spirit of this world  | 
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                        | Would heal and rise  | 
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                        | Vast are the shadows  | 
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                        | That straddle and strafe  | 
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                        | And struggle in the darkness  | 
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                        | Troubling my eyes  | 
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                        | Shaped like a lion  | 
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                        | It has the head of a man  | 
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                        | With a gaze as blank  | 
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                        | And pitiless as the sun  | 
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                        | And it’s moving its slow thighs  | 
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                        | Across the desert sands  | 
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                        | Through dark indignant  | 
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                        | Reeling falcons  | 
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                        | ¡@ | 
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                        | Surely some revelation is at hand  | 
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                        | Surely it’s the second coming  | 
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                        | And wrath has finally taken form  | 
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                        | For what is this rough beast  | 
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                        | Its hour come at last  | 
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                        | ¡@ | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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                        | ¡@ | 
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                        | Raging and raging  | 
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                        | It rises from the deep  | 
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                        | Opening its eyes  | 
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                        | After twenty centuries  | 
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                        | Vexed to a nightmare  | 
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                        | Out of a stony sleep  | 
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                        | By a rocking cradle  | 
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                        | By the Sea of Galilee  | 
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                        | Surely some revelation is at hand  | 
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                        | Surely it’s the second coming  | 
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                        | And wrath has finally taken form  | 
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                        | For what is this rough beast  | 
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                        | Its hour come at last  | 
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                        | ¡@ | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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                        | Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born  | 
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