Each in their hyper-voyant weighs, bestow upon their greatness, what fame they've come to earn.
And still they gather in their greatness, having never learned the lessons, they've earned.
What value did they impart, that kept those that loved and followed.
Safe in the bussoms of loves, blood bought sorrow.
Is the freedom, we've loved, discerned.
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