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When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear
Their tragic endless lives could heave nor sigh
Solemn serenity, wondrous beings chained to life
Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries
When all were minds in uni-thought
Powers weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
Man would tear his brother's flesh
A chance to die, to turn to mould
Far out in the red sky then
Far out from the sad eyes then
Strange mad celebrations
So softly a supergod cries
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