The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
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Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn
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Is a beast of borrowed wisdom
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Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field
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The prophet deems snow.
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The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
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The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth
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Laments the dawn
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Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat
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Is but a pawn.
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Oh sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat
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The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet
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The bullfinch rumbles
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The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay
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The unicorn bids you stay.
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Trelawny Lawn
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