A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies —
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize —
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee —
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea —
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies —
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize —
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee —
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea —
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