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Their eyes were as a flame
Of fire and on their heads
Were many crowns they had
Names written that no man hath
Their voices were as a sound
Of many waters down and
When I saw them I fell
At their feet dead
Lo thy Kings
My sun became black
As sackcloth of hair and
The moon became as
Blood of the dead
Lo thy Kings
