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Oh, Babel

Now door is closed.

 

The man who felt

So much is not with us

His last one joke

Which wasn\'t broke

Was ticket on the bus

On which he left

Nothing except

To say: and so it was

Oh, dear Babel

All asphodel

Fields greeting with remorse

 

Though dynamite

Explosive pride 

All tried to catch you up

 

Such gentleman

On his own terms

Decided how to stop.