The valleys widen, and mountains grow,
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.
Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.
As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.
Inquérito!
9 years ago
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