They clapped their hands hardly,
What tragedy heaved the body?
We had hands of desires,
Feet of warmth and solitude.
We gasped and talented ourselves
In the sandy encouragement.
Our follies numberless, we defined
Our actions and responded.
They clapped their hands
And shouted hurray!
We were the heaviest of the clans,
The dirtiest of creatures, caned by
Elders and united like beastly staff.
Where was the rotten body?
My shouts go the other side,
Verbal days are verbal ways of the times.
We clapped our hands
When the whole stage was complete.
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