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Poets wrote their lines,
Cafe players strained
Violins’ strings,
Proud standards plowed
The battlefields.
 
Underground armies conspired
And fought their petty wars
Swiftly conquering 
Murky art of deception.
Flags of all colors and shades
Fluttered in steely gusts;
 
Only sometimes
A speck of ash disfigured
Their spotless complexion.