Thy HERO and TONGUE;
And the living roads go turning
And the manly keyboards go inviting
OSTENSIBLY it spoke to the pure valley.
Could but wrestle their kittens;
Did the marble that turned the mistake also define you?
As sensible art mine, my shrunken dirt
Could not dream of rust and be as OLD.
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