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a thousand million and one voices
become mere shadows of a song
blowing freely in the wind of a storm
snatching sprites from the thunderclouds
cascading tears upon the sands of time
ephemeral powerhouses crackle
unleashing coruscating energy
sparkles gaily throughout the heavens
ethereal forces commanding
impose their will upon the meekness
of earth-bound children
tied to Mother Earth's apron-strings.
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