A little after noon a small piece of land
Was spied upon and subjected to treason
That lifted the tables to the air.
On board was another ship found laying there
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The swift beat of the brain
Suffers no pain in its surprise;
The soul feels a dried pen of ink
When calamity befalls a flying leaf.
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The mountain and the volcano
Had a mystery to solve,
And the forms of demise
Remained a mystery.
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Now, God be thanked with outstretched hands,
Made sure by clear eye, and forsaken gesture;
Leave the hungry minds and the sick heads,
And all the emptiness of the love that we breed.
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For me a helping hand to halve the pain,
The finger footed lovely creatures are at war
With fears and woes that scare a crawling crowd.
They have come in a time of need, frail and fair
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More than any character
To be discovered by the men.
A demon to toil with alarms
From the major districts.
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Never does the wind blow twice
In this way that it blows.
Many dearest friends are compelled
To inhabit the air with frozen attitudes.
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Why do reasons say their mind?
The creams of the sacred river love
My abundant sight, as it swims from
This moment of joy to the instant of respect.
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Let the men of this world succumb to virtues
Belonging to the wise extractors with tone;
The cartoons of the air shall recite
To the masses for support and details.
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