Oblivion
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Oblivion cunning
Amongst the graves
He roams
Smiling
Day and night
His was work be easy
For
In the hum-drum drear
Of days
All days
Day after day
He oversees that
Just things remain
Unnoticed or at war
His net be wide
A few escape it
To his dismay
But
Then he sees
Vast crowds inside
Feels satisfaction
Bu şiiri puanla
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