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In a world of boiling hippos, tanks seethe with fiery heat, Once serene, now symbols of turmoil, chaos complete. Drums beat, echoing through the streets, a rebellious sound, Poets and dreamers gather, souls aflame, unbound. Challenging norms, defying stagnant society's grip, Their spirits rise, fueled by passion, refusing to equip. Pulsating tanks and rhythmic drums, a dance of defiance, In this surreal spectacle, rebellion finds alliance. Embracing chaos, they challenge the status quo, Voices i

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