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chapter-133		chapter-133			.txt	text/plain	421	29	88	Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge, The People scornd the ferocity of kings. Each comes in state with his train, hangman, priest, tax-gatherer, Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in One finger crookd pointed high over the top, like the head of a Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men, The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud, Those corpses of young men, Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts piercd by They live in other young men O kings! They live in brothers again ready to defy you, in its turn to bear seed, Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose, Liberty, let others despair of you--I never despair of you. He will soon return, his messengers come anon.	./cache/chapter-133.txt	./txt/chapter-133.txt