The land sings and it shines, dropping any
pretense of uselessness, of
dalliance; so that now, we all know who
Carted away the dreambox. Who
fed the fellows deep stout beer. And when
all was said and done, as the sun announced its
reparation for all things done, and badly,
Who was it, arrived, spears flashing, as they
insistenly brought us away?
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