.Allow our patient runs we held forehanded
Allure fell foxes on the lawn
When follow figures found our small, surrounded
By noon, came under the forlorn
And they look so sure
Their tilted heads, sombre and calm
Itâs all white washed walls and borrowed cloth.
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