Skylarks stretched out in the sun to breeze
In people's memory they were New York's Eclipse...
They fell in hearted cowardliness attack
Incomparable to all - they were New Yorker Guards
As icy winds blow ashes through the city
I wish they staying there to suppress the chill
Fear no more - your guarding beauties will resurrect
And once again they raise, My loving twins!
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