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words of that eternal passage is echoing

which lies before my hands

troops of race records ...

as i scribe their end

ki of the top and bottom in wonder

as i write the sound of death

belet seri i shouted ..

the shrill siren of the dead ...

eli baltuti...ima' 'idu mittuti

i served with tears of nature

to balance the great number ov hope

equalizing the truth into failure

and shadows of misery in mourn