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Do you hear the people sing-
Singing the song of angry men?
For I do not. To me the ring
Of death, the rhythmic drumming omen
Of end is all I comprehend.
And you ablaze, a torch, a pyre
Bright as near you are to the end
I pray that I before you expire
While still I see you live.
Will I join in your crusade?
You know the answer, do not ask;
Ever yours is my despair and aid.
Don't rip from me my thinning mask
While still you see me live.
Somewhere beyond the barricade there is a world you so believe;
To keep your side while swift you pass, I do not know what I've to give.