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    "text": "We are the souls that crept and cried in the days when they tortured men;",
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    "text": "His was the spirit that walked erect, and met the beast in its den.",
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    "text": "Ours are the eyes that were dim with tears for the thing they shrunk to see;",
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    "text": "His was the glance that was crystal keen with the light that makes men free.",
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    "text": "Ours are the hands that were wrung in pain, in helpless pain and shame;",
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    "text": "His was the resolute hand that struck, steady and keen to its aim.",
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    "text": "Ours are the lips that quivered with rage, that cursed and prayed in a breath:",
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    "text": "His was the mouth that opened but once to speak from the throat of Death.",
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    "text": "“Assassin, Assassin!” the World cries out, with a shake of its dotard head;",
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    "text": "“Germinal!” rings back the grave where lies the Dead that is not dead.",
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    "text": "“Germinal, Germinal,” sings the Wind that is driving before the Storm;",
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    "text": "“Few are the drops that have fallen yet⁠—scattered, but red and warm.”",
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   {
    "text": "“Germinal, Germinal,” sing the Fields, where furrows of men are plowed;",
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   {
    "text": "“Ye shall gather a harvest over-rich, when the ear at the full is bowed.”",
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    "text": "Springing, springing, at every breath, the Word of invincible strife,",
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    "text": "The word of the Dead, that is calling loud down the battle ranks of Life!",
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    "text": "For these are the Dead that live, though the earth upon them lie:",
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    "text": "But the doers of deeds of the Night of the Dead, they are the Live that die.",
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