People's Soul
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the cell a people's Soul
a tiger
that once in to the woods
pounced
hearing its own majestic paces
but now
but now
she withers
and
she fades
but still a tiger
once a tiger always a tiger?
Bring, bring on bronze for
statues;
you will little tiger statutes
and one giant tiger
for the square people's curiosity
and photos
and elements
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