Those anguished voices in the air! Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair In rage, rebellion and despair. But what is one, amid a throng So vast and merciless and strong, To make attempt to right the wrong? What ear would hear me if I cried? And who would rally to my side? What could I do to stem the tide? Though I should plunge in flood and flame, And suffer every shame and blame, The world would triumph all the same. I am not called upon to pay. So why join in the hopeless fray, And waste my brief and precious day?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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