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When the slaves dance behind the iron bars I sit in the middle of the dance and sing and make our masters glad. WHEN THE SLAVES DANCE BEHIND THE IRON BARS I SIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE AND SING AND MAKE OUR MASTERS GLAD
e rejoicing wine." An unstruck match that somebody had dropped spoke next. "I am a child of the sun," he said, "and an enemy of cities; there is more in my heart than you know of. I am a brother of Etna and Stromboli; I have fires lurking in me that will one day rise up beautiful and strong. We will not go into servitude on any hearth nor work machines for our food, but we will take out own food where we find it on that day when we are strong. There are wonderful children in my heart whose faces shall be more lively than the rainbow; they shall make a compact with the North wind, and he shall lead them forth; all shall be black behind them and black above them, and there shall be nothing beautiful in the world but them; they shall seize upon the earth and it shall be theirs, and nothing shall stop them but our old enemy the sea." Then an old broken kettle spoke, and said: "I am the friend of cities. I sit among the slaves upon the hearth, the little flames that have been fed with coal. THAT SWAM IN THE HEART OF THE REJOICING WINE AN UNSTRUCK MATCH THAT SOMEBODY HAD DROPPED SPOKE NEXT I AM A CHILD OF THE SUN HE SAID AND AN ENEMY OF CITIES THERE IS MORE IN MY HEART THAN YOU KNOW OF I AM A BROTHER OF ETNA AND STRAMBOLI I HAVE FIRES LURKING IN ME THAT WILL ONE DAY RISE UP BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG WE WILL NOT GO INTO SERVITUDE ON ANY HEARTH NOR WORK MACHINES FOR OUR FOOD BUT WE WILL TAKE OUR OWN FOOD WHERE WE FIND IT ON THAT DAY WHEN WE ARE STRONG THERE ARE WONDERFUL CHILDREN IN MY HEART WHOSE FACES SHALL BE MORE LIVELY THAN THE RAINBOW THEY SHALL MAKE A COMPACT WITH THE NORTH WIND AND HE SHALL LEAD THEM FORTH ALL SHALL BE BLACK BEHIND THEM AND BLACK ABOVE THEM AND THERE SHALL BE NOTHING BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD BUT THEM THEY SHALL SEIZE UPON THE EARTH AND IT SHALL BE THEIRS AND NOTHING SHALL STOP THEM BUT OUR OLD ENEMY THE SEA THEN AN OLD BROKEN KETTLE SPOKE AND SAID I AM THE FRIEND OF CITIES I SIT AMONG THE SLAVES UPON THE HEARTH THE LITTLE FLAMES THAT HAVE BEEN FED WITH COAL
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