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The Deluge And The Tree

When the hurricane swirled and spread its deluge
of dark evil
onto the good green land
'they' gloated. The western skies
reverberated with joyous accounts:
'The Tree has fallen !
The great trunk is smashed! The hurricane leaves no life in the Tree!'

Had the Tree really fallen?
Never! Not with our red streams flowing forever,

not while the wine of our thorn limbs
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