PATRIOTS OF THE HOLOCAUST
Welcome the most noble Patroit of Afri-coast
Coded by the uniqueness of his narrowed mind
Despising others in a sin which he sole partakes ...
Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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