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!
10 years ago
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