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It was all once bright jewels
Glittering sand
The oceans have ravaged
Strangled the land
Waste fills the temples
Dead daughters are born
The presses are empty
The editor's torn
Whose husband was the first to fall
Who died the worst death of them all
How many splinters in each separate band
How many stations in the final hand
Now gather up sea shells
And write down brave words
Your prayers are unanswered
Your idols absurd
