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dreams and comparisons.

Someone's kettle is whistling. Dying leaves mask your floor.

Thought you heard distant whisperings. Don't mean much anymore.

Sword-clad walls are a-falling. And the city is free.

Up and breathe in this new world. Now your fight is with me. 

Coal a-crackle, burning. Heat is breaking through.

Your cogs and wheels keep turning. But this clanking is new. 

All your dreams and comparisons, and your motors roar.

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