Is there no respect for the dead? No moments of solitude? No minutes, hours
or days of silence? Young men, you are dead. Say your last words of warning.
Try to keep the steel ball in the machinery of counting: three hundred &
twenty-two thousand, eight hundred & Nineteen.
Shout balance, harmony, ME.
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