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In the glimmer of flames from a bonfire
We danced
Monks lark in the moonlight
That suspects nothing
The rustling of the south wind faraway
And mysterious
A tumult unbridled guts the heavy silence
Trumpets sound and are choked off
A new compromise for a new flashback
A new kowtow for a new defeat
With a sleepy air you dance near the flames
And I watch you
Sadder still
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