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Once there were green lanes
Leading to grassy meadows
Running brooks
branches moving in serene air.
Now there are crumbled buildings
on uncertain streets
Rooks.
Red smoke.
The only passage
wires strung from here to where?
We are all tightrope walkers now.

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