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Down from the July Column and with both feet,
The winged Genius of Liberty
Took the leap.
A fallen angel crashed to the crowd,
His rights and faith
All forfeited
Up on the cold streets.
And what did the people do to prevent that?
Abused, disenchanted,
They looked away
In dismay,
Staring at the bloody false flags
Waving in the wind.
Stirred up by fate,
To the beat of drums,
Sick at heart,
They began
Their war chant:
Soulless citizens,
Embrace the delusion,
Now, now!
Spill the sinful blood,
Make it flow!
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