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The hollow draught.
Sweet sounds of a peaceful nation,
The echos from a fruitful nature.
Wheat grow in a different erection
What we know is our own direction
Contrasting,
Green life and destruction.
The bangs and the frets from another legislature.
Hidden underneath is the holes from another traitor.
It's always in a villains nature,
to torture and to enslave,
it's people who try to get away.
Yes- you who look at me that way. you need to listen.
© Shar
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