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- arrayed on the terraces
above stupor
- a choir rehearses the
litany of audible malice
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- each note is rotten
- counterpoint structured
for indoctrination
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- across country other
qualities may hold
- here the workmen root them
up for guests to admire
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- ashen-faced sopranos
- are garbled, distant,
hating echos
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- cynical baritones go
directly to the morgue
- strapped onto their steel
gurneys
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- only the proud tenors
survive
- this landscape of
admirable qualities
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- less a garden than a
network
- of baroque and empty
palaces
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