Like the sun you rise,
Fly upwards like a kite,
If you are a winner then fight till the end of your sight,
Take all the darkness out from the world be like light, ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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