The way round that
The red ghosts and shrouds
Made circle
After
Circle
In that dark
The pyramid of laments
Went up
Was heard by heavens.
Slept the city dwellers.
Under their noses,
The ghosts and shrouds
In red
Danced and
Groaned
The
Night.
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