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1		We Come Down the Mountain, Fewer, But Massive
2		Eyes Aflame, In Ecstasy, Flesh is Stripped, Shorn & Blasted into the Atoms of Tomorrow's Children
3		We Clipped the Wings of Butterflies to Spring to the Sun, in Rapture We Hold the Center
4		A Shadow Cuts the Corner of the Eye and Kneels in Supplication or in the Quick
5		They Circle the Gimbal in Figure Eights, in Octets, at Our Chosen Peril