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Our Future Ally
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The Lectern's Rise
Not late, the falcon shall arrive
on time,
To bid the trees until the flowers
Behold seasons with signs
With the glory, all over.
Where shall we go, the days
Such hours are known to you;
Unseen divine, a place
To where shall we continue.
In darkness, where you with us,
Will cast open, O the sun
For you're seersish, know
ours
A beginning, that will come
A year, the month, a day
And much that is afar
From us, a distance away
Whatever, whoever.
