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<p>So stood the young man<br>
On the verge of never holding back,<br>
But never still yet<br>
Oblivious to praise,<br>
He could only focus on the chinks in his armour<br>
Small steps in a search that was impossible to go nowhere,<br>
The passage of time was breaking his mind slowly.</p>
<p>Up in a tree the birds sang so sweetly,<br>
While down in the dust, the rats played.</p>
<p>Human nature, a nature that meant something once<br>
But now is lost to the space of history<br>
A reflexive window on the soul of the present,<br>
The dark night before the dawn of a new people.</p>
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