Mantle
Of
Sand
Small
Remaining
Grains
That
Yet
Remain
The
Storm
Was
Heavy
And
The
Gales
Were
Pinching
See
See
The
Flag
That
In
The
Quiet
Noon
Now
Fights
The
Hordes of Zephyr’s armies.
Wonders
The
Flag
Bends
Its
Head.
Cunning
Glow-worm
That
Declared neutrality
Cunning
Cunning
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