In the streets of Europe, pedestrians circled around a heap of flora.
Each one had posies protruding from his pouch.
But then, as more citizens died,
Soot from the cremated bodies filled the streets,
Until all the citizens lay on the cobblestone, dead.
Each one had posies protruding from his pouch.
But then, as more citizens died,
Soot from the cremated bodies filled the streets,
Until all the citizens lay on the cobblestone, dead.
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