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sun stepped down from his golden throne
up from the meadows rich with corn
high-born race
there is an hour of peaceful rest
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
with joy and wonder
for these white arms about my neck
in all things not spoken of
noises that strive to tear
all those treasures that lie

 



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