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Once, a certain setting dusk;
they gathered together; their courage an enfolded husk
In indignant chant; they chorused into the night against the looming darkness. The darkness crept upon; pack of wolves wearing baleful grins,
it shot but it sought not to know who they were for it thought them weak. They fell but not in fear nor death neither in defeat for they will rise again against every oppression.