white gull-wings in harmony for a moment puzzled look burnt Sienna in a peace-Oh Father of the colored sky, your robe unwear shadowhood Let theature of the soul once clash 'Neath golden flowery glades of the wood We are
white sea-gull-wings in harmony For a moment's startling glimpse a sienna-burnt tranquility Oh father of the coloured sky, unwear thy robe of shadowhood Letature's soul once clash again 'neath blooming glades of golden wood We're 
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