The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone —
Through fissures in
Volcanic cloud
The yellow lightning shone —
The trees held up
Their mangled limbs
Like animals in pain —
When Nature falls upon herself
Beware an Austrian.
The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone —
Through fissures in
Volcanic cloud
The yellow lightning shone —
The trees held up
Their mangled limbs
Like animals in pain —
When Nature falls upon herself
Beware an Austrian.
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