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The Ballot's Quiet Roar
In chambers where silent statues stand tall, Decisions resound, yet may not enthral. The mandate of many, a whisper, a call, Demands to be heard, a fate to befall. For within the ballet of democracy’s hall, The ballot's quiet roar reigns supreme over all. As the gavel falls hard, and oppositions sprawl, The voters await to cast judgment this fall.
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