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It was high tide upstairs And I felt unwell to become My lantern was the forest And Sussex was yours to know

Under protection was to behold For the kind of law As I knew what it was

Scotland’s coins laid bare to yours For a non-early pension for women Was not in line with providence Or a public betrayal of home

The King of The Leopard And his mate of the Lithuanian prowess Was five times of Aarhus to know In the brightest of bays to Canada

No-one’s war was nazism Because of Auschwitz men know Exactly why we care for all poems And every law to the guild of providence

Notwithstanding the rain in Cymru Was a tidy Québec Filled to the brim with shadows And playtime for every Dal

Against the gun was Mary And her bleeding was misunderstood The martyrdom of betrayal For Elton’s line of Grande Isle

The Bank of Nova Scotia Wishes to betray your Highness In the utmost of ways Which is to rehearse how to surveil

The loneliest of Causes Of Canada To be Christian in Oromocto Or Scandinavian as the sacred Answering few calls

I am away from my nest And wish to bequeath two eggs To Seaside for the alone And for the highest of peace

Come with me and bring your latern I was near to the fortress of islam And wish to burn it down In the strongest of means

For Christendom Church And Thanksgiving non-betrayal In the loudest of believers The unafraid of kale

About Pratt and Whitney By the gatehouse With all those cars To bequeath to the grave For Methanex of St. Pierre

For all the times of Orillia And my Godfather who knows his goodness Who sends you a lantern of Christendom For your very best of days