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Dreadful Agony

The sound of a dreadful agony arose from the dark street

across from where the noble folk of the town live

No one paid any attention at that shrill sound of misery

People carried on living their life, engaged in their work

The rattle of that dreadful agony was heard only once

It never reverberated, it never arose again

The street from where it first breezed in remain quiet

out of the bounds of the noble folk of the town.

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