The unleashing of the red horse
In the nature of things, like the tree's counting rings; Of the bell tolling sounds the harvester sings. And he tokes away much from the field, once the w...
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In the nature of things, like the tree's counting rings; Of the bell tolling sounds the harvester sings. And he tokes away much from the field, once the words of his song are revealed.
And that of a crumb, but a squate of dust; for the mostly unknowing devoid of trust. As the days bend the clicking on rails like spokes, that the put away done far be it he chokes; be there dust for the squate hearted fell away folks.
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And that of a crumb, but a squate of dust; for the mostly unknowing devoid of trust. As the days bend the clicking on rails like spokes, that the put away done far be it he chokes; be there dust for the squate hearted fell away folks.
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