PROUD OF MY LANDSIDE
I'm standing aside while all the people
are cheering. The mountainsides are
filled with faces and people. Huzzah!
Roar! Rah Rah!
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"Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in
the burdened air; Hungry clouds swag
on the deep. Once meek, and in a perilous
path, The just man kept his course along
The vale of death. Roses are planted where
thorns grow, And on the barren heath sing
the honey bees. Then the perilous path
was planted: And a river and a spring on
every cliff and tomb..."
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Like a lamb to slaughter, I shall arrive
with my neck already on the block.
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