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“When rivers recoil and icons sweat
And the Tower is struck by His Flash
— When a bolt lifts up its spire
And beams go up in fire
And the Tower throws up its load
— When laws are smashed and embers fly
And Kings are blasted through its eyes
And the people ask
“What’s the matter with this edifice
Is it throwing up a lie?’ —
This day the ruthless shall love
And the clever go mad
And the dead shall sing in the Rye
“This is the dawn of Justice
This is the Day of Truth”