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1172 The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped till they fell The Lightning played like mice The Thunder crumbled like a stuff How good to be in Tombs Where Nature's Temper cannot reach Nor missile ever comes Edited by Peter Carter
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