Ghostly mouthes 

Whispers of a long autumn

Gained from a sultry voice

Speaking out in epic airs

A cloud of smoked mouths

Cracking the cackling eternal ether

Torn clothes, flag still waving

But deeply drunk of the well of lies

Do once again, we listen? 

 
 

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