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The Lost Dances of Cranes
Your fields are empty now.
Only your ghosts dance
While cranes of another kind
Dance cities into being.
All that remain of you are
A fading crackle of your energy
And some grainy video footage
That people in the new cities
Will watch to marvel
At the wonders the world
Once held.
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