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We thrust our fingers into our ears to stop its moan; but it was no good; the cry cut like a drill into our heads, dragging minutes into hours, hours into years. We withered and grew old between those cries.
Ernst Toller
Between
Cries
Cry
Cut
Dragging
Drill
Ears
Fingers
Good
Grew
Heads
Hours
Like
Minutes
Old
Our
Stop
Those
Thrust
Withered
Years
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