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 Pastoral scene of the gallant south  The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth  The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh  Then the sudden smell of burning flesh  
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 Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck  for the rain to gather  for the wind to suck  for the sun to rot  for the tree to drop  Here is a strange and bitter crop  
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