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Beneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate on verse, transport, the partThe army will play-and on art.We used to be human. We’re eras,We’re trains, in a caravan rippingThrough woods, to the sighing and fearsOf engines, and groans of the sleepers.We’ll rush in, and circle in the throesOf being, like a…