Let the tiaras grow
They
Brought the flowers
Nonetheless
And
Tiaras
Were
As
Flower-pots
Were
They
We
Walked
Field
By
Field
Lone
Shadow
In
The
Lone
Of
Night.
The fires burst on plains
Down
Valley-sides
Rose
Edges
Blue
Niches
Scandals
Of
A
Brunt
Night
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