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Four
Paraded streets
Unsteady ground
They rattled down
And made some history
Of the four
There were no equal
Of the many
There was such lust
The spark was life
The strife was common
Their collective soul
Was all they needed
They spoke with their fingers
They met with their hearts
They created through passage
They divided their flaws
The pluck of strings
The slide of bridges
The stomp of skins
The call of mission
They began it all with nothing
They settled into clouds
They rose it ever higher
They continue it with splendor
Swarmed by the masses
Pitied by the tense
Mocked by all from the furthest guard
And envied by the less
They circled round the garden side
And made it known who lay in charge
They found the fortress and tore it down
To have a laugh and prove a point
They controlled, and inspired
Made a joke of all the fuss
They let it flow with no regard
For the comfort or the norm
Music aside they rode the tide
And reached the very top
Years on by they wrote their lies
And retired into obscurity.
