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There is Earth And from that Earth, our birth To my Mother My darkest clowns I am nothing but Error and absurdities I am found in diversity,      Not prosperity My defects more glorious      Than my victories I mourn my disasters      Unable to celebrate victories Is a frigid heart      Worth the love it believes due? A new life beckoning On a strange new shore Are you the herald of progress Or the purveyor of amusement The helpless soul within her drowned Odin, the one-eyed god of battle Screamed a foul sound in a fit of rage A battle cry sung to the dead The American witches Practicing witchcraft at night Turning red candles white The jester came from above Floating by to deliver Tales of tragedy and comedy Time and space are the Abstractions of our experience
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
A delightful color of collective disorder
There is Earth And from that Earth, our birth To my Mother My darkest clowns I am nothing but Error and absurdities I am found in diversity,      Not prosperity My defects more glorious      Than my victories I mourn my disasters      Unable to celebrate victories Is a frigid heart      Worth the love it believes due? A new life beckoning On a strange new shore Are you the herald of progress Or the purveyor of amusement The helpless soul within her drowned Odin, the one-eyed god of battle Screamed a foul sound in a fit of rage A battle cry sung to the dead The American witches Practicing witchcraft at night Turning red candles white The jester came from above Floating by to deliver Tales of tragedy and comedy Time and space are the Abstractions of our experience
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
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