Fallen, underneath the iron lamppost..
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In memoriam I blink at your ghost.
Unaware of our flight,long we did coast..
She was a foreign dark symbol at most.
Bitter righteousness is your spinning boast.
Parrot head plume in white, rise to a toast.
To your false theories I'll never play host.
Be nimble, your revelry waits to roast...