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What could hinder this haste Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain In all this muzzled distaste I brush the vial hoping to misplace Cover me with soil and tread Drape me with flames this frock of disdain Stop this sunken ravine pull out the slate From under me This kingdom in the quilt of demand Forces the conquer of the plan |