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They Shall Beat Their Plowshares Into Swords
When the jungle took the city back
I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine
To Anthea, who may command him Anything
In their millions the frog songs seemed to have a beat and a cadence.
House of Bishops
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