A Pyre's meant for burning
And that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could do.
The Mead abets the Maw
And writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could do.
Fingers fault the loom
Dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do.
A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
There was nothing you could do.
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