Do away the invisibility
From foggy town;
Unfurling those freedom
Towards the toiling fields
Where the farmers toil
Seeding wet soil, and
Oxen plough the land
Mulch those weeds
From the town halls
Cheering hatred and loneliness;
Planting greenery on the
Fertile loam
Where the bloom will
Satiate your broken eyes
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