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"Here at our sea-washed
sunset gates shall stand"
The fires roared
And smoke billowed
Her lips formed words
That held only spirit
A tiny spark of hatred
Crushed our arrogance
Between a thumb and finger.
She raised hands
To part the seas
And instead brought horror
And yet her bravery
Carved her name
Upon her mighty pedestal.
Alone in waters
That could not quench
The roaring flames
And could not satisfy
The weeping injured
She raised her torch arm high
Touched her lips
To its shining curves
And died a martyr's death
As she touched the shore
And brought down fire.
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