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a mist was driving down
some one complained to the master
he's gone
why so sad my lovely one?
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
stir
rocked in the cradle of the deep
when the hours of day are numbered
burly, dozing humble-bee
when a deed is done for freedom
master of human destinies am i

 



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