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When the Devil looks upon our fields with tearful eyes,
We know there's something wrong.
Disinterest, the key to peaceful relations,
And nothing ..
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Now...the sweeping winds call out nothing but a vagabond’s name.
It hisses in light of mankind’s abusive nature,
and comes out of hidin..
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Great Pan is Dead! If you listen, can you hear it ? The flute which plays. Its tune must dwindle at the end of our days. The sweet, natural melody whi..
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