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    They never sought him out to let him know
    Withering, he stayed, growing weak
    As if his flesh would burn out their eyes
    His voice, wrench the ears from their heads,
    And shatter their hollow skulls!
    What hath he done, this creature, unknown
    In character and stance
    To be inflicted with such rage and fury?
    Ah yes, to be unknown is to be frozen in
    A barren vault of loneliness.

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