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No more are theUmbrellas the young ones have gone home even the most defiant eventually succumbed tothe persuasive reason(minimum force, mind you)now these avenues are walking paths for the old men to stroll through the remnants of the revoltto click a photo peacefully to ponder for a moment and wonder endlessly like young men would අවසන්ය විප්ලවය ආපහු ගිහින් කොල්ලෝ ...