The world would not merely just be my oyster
But the pantheon of mysticism towards the cosmos
Let burning woods greet the manor house
As manor house in the open country
Greet the burning woods
Where darkest bells shake between the woods and the frozen lake
Darkest night cannot mend your forlorn faux pas
Only golden morn enroute golden hills could
Yet a hilly beans in their gully climbest one
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