Attack
Here
To
Left
To
Right
No
Leaves
That
Fell
Sere
Were
Left
Unturned
Here
The
Line
Was
Getting
Drawn
Here
The
Guillotine
Fell
Here
Here.
The
Moon
Was
A square
The
White
Stars
Rectangle-shaped
Burning
With
Lust
Of
Night
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