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accordingly Scatter the ashes, remains of life's passages,. Mocking the meaningless, joys of the empty, and. Mighty and proud, reaching up to touch the shroud. Tangled here, and far beyond from atrocity
their distant call,. The quiet joys of brotherhood,. And love is lord of all. . The oak and weed together rise,. Along the common ground. The mare and stallion light and dark. Have thunder in their
their distant call,. The quiet joys of brotherhood,. And love is lord of all. . The oak and weed together rise,. Along the common ground. The mare and stallion light and dark. Have thunder in their