And freedom its royal consignment,awaiting its stevedore at the shore,Victory at its riverbank,when alighted and once its overwhelming floodgate bombard the periphery and the manacles as missionaries,with its periscope confined,ushered in a new dawn,and the battle to be freed no more a bafflement of a lifelong serf,O sweet vision the saviour of Aluplutans from this bankrupt dawn,Not at random logicity from verity,barrages expressed,But barons of this knight of old,in their momentary batches,cannot but pounce on its basin,to have th
eir canoes paddled into safer shore, My
eir canoes paddled into safer shore, My
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