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Thou, Us and King
My
dad
descends
abandoned
plain,
wearing
his
shadow
torn.
He
will
rescind
this
land
again,
scaring
his
meadow
corn.
Until
we
mend
his
hand
of
reign,
bury
his
rainbow
sworn.
On
hills,
my
friends
of
sand
remain,
carrying
new
still-
born.
dad
descends
abandoned
plain,
wearing
his
shadow
torn.
He
will
rescind
this
land
again,
scaring
his
meadow
corn.
Until
we
mend
his
hand
of
reign,
bury
his
rainbow
sworn.
On
hills,
my
friends
of
sand
remain,
carrying
new
still-
born.
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