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‘We are but shades, wraiths risen from just beyond view

        Forms that exist at the edge of a thousand yard stare,

               We live, we breathe, we ever walk amongst you

                      You know us well, though our embrace is turbulent air.

                                We are merely vapour, carried on warm sirocco breeze,

                                             Laden with intent and purpose that gently lingers,

                                                        A moment that endures, where time ne'er intervenes

                                                                       On our chord based spectral thunder:

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            The Justified Sinners!'