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Oracles;
hearts linked to foggy monocles.
Meeting minds;
linked by grey follicles.
Ageless molds,
anticipating the untold,
TRAIN,
they were told.
Prepare.
Dawn draws near,
draining tears,
birthing seers.
Light is close at hand.
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Grab me my monocle!
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Wake up,
Dawn is here.