How far is it to peace, the piper sighed,
The solitary, sweating as he paused.
Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified,
Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.
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Beauty and ugly reality side by side in this piece- - How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified, Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.
The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she? We shook our heads, parting for him to pass.
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