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We stand tall

No signs of a scratches or impurities

We stand as a guard for your loving halls

You may not see me as I stand guard over you

yet I am tormented and stained

I wished this would not be true

For I have done nothing to you

You came and sprayed me

Slapped me

dented me

Now I stand still tall but this embarrassment

you plaqued me will

Shows my weakened state

I will hold on until

I have had enough and take my leave

It will be great

It will be grand

Yet for now I will stand

Only to show I am stronger than you

And you will take your leave long before I

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