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Their lies / in the cube
And their colours / undercover.
Alive / and cured
Of my fathers / in their tower.
All t' lights / in that tomb
Not so dazzling, / have no power.
Don't rise, / little dumbs -
You would be the / first to suffer.
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Cut to size, / with no view
Little cellar / for the coward
Who buys / a court-shoes
And from table / smells a clover.
Don't rise, / little dumbs -
You would be the / first to suffer.
Don't rise, / little dumbs -
You would be / the first to suffer.
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