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After a hundred years · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: After a hundred years, after a hundred years, nobody knows
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Speaker 1: the place, agony that enacted there, motionless as peace. Weeds
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Speaker 1: triumphant ranged. Strangers strolled and spelled at the lone orthography
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Speaker 1: of the elder dead. Winds of summer fields recollect the way.