No morning in grief
No eye without thought
No lips touching dawn
No shade below river
No rock without foot
No heart without racing
No speed brushing tides
No ocean towing windows
No fog moving hills
No fawn flowing embers
No fire kissing winter
No frost melting hands
No fingers throwing sticks
No brush growing dim
No light hushing children
No laughter pushing tears
No fate knowing freedom
No liberty sunk in ashes
NO coals tossing chants
No greed haunting walls
No gold drowning blood
No red passion death
No bosom fighting tender
No warrior glaring love
No wisps bombing youth
No smoke rising towers
No rain rising mortar
No gloom pushing through
No poise of demise.
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