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Solitude and desolation 
A goatherd unto lost 
All destruction 
Grinding to hold her 
Withering and fading, 
The weeping of horses 
Flesh turn (?) 
The mountains are cast out 
Lions tremling with fury 
Thy braking in my barenness 
The destroyer of days 
The silent lion - 
we know him fury 
The death of flesh 
He moves with a creeping motion 
They destroy by the sky 
flame of their smoky breath 
The painbringers 
They shried with a 
long 
drawn 
cry

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