Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The Falcon cannot hear the falconer

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed

And everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned

-W.B. Yeats-

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