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Slouching toward Bethlehem
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| ¡@ |
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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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| ¡@ |
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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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| ¡@ |
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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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| 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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| ¡@ |
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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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| ¡@ |
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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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