The pale grey faces sudden crosses
On silent mountains
treading like leopards
Along the narrow mountain passes
Traveling to Willow Brook
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc miam
Milk-sweet earth clinging
Grass breathing morning
Farm hound on his land
That was given to him by his master
The squire of Willow Brook
Fairies hiding behind the trees
Because of the visiting citizens
of pixie land
Who are all standing in circles
scratching their forehead
with one green finger perplexedly
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