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Echoes of Political Storms
In halls of power, whispers surge anew, A specter of the past in present's view. Tides of decisions, once cast in stone, Now ripple back to thrones overthrown. Agents of change, in echoes they clash, A dance of fate and will, a history's flash. As cycles spin, the drama unfolds, In the heart of democracy, the future molds.
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