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Valley of Unrest

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Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell
They had gone unto the wars
Trusting to the mild stars


Nightly from their azure towers
To keep watch above the flowers
In the midst of which all day
The red-sun light lazily lay


Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness
Nothing there is motionless
Nothing there is motionless






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