This symphony, brought forth from days of dread,
speaks like a fiction of the grimly real;
the terrors that artists like you must feel;
and four grand duchesses far too soon dead.
But this cannot pierce Lenin's bulbous head
(within his mausoleum on display),
nor can it ever make its truthtold way
into the hollows of the "man of steel."
Starward
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