My bell tolls: 
 To those, 
 often unheard, faceless souls. 
 whose life laid for those  tainted; 
 And whose heart never heard a song  
 of  solace, 
 nor gratitude.
 Often as passing cloud in their life, 
 more as a victim.                
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