Fall of June
The glory slip beneath the sun
came down quiet like peace
Upon sleepless men whose number made a sea
And watched in rage
Their hero strip thrice on stage
How many times has men made heroes
Like barbel they came crashing to zero
Count no more heroes of ten
For as empty zero without one
So are heroes except none
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