The Ballad of the White Horse
Of great limbs gone to chaos, A great face turned to night - Why bend above a shapeless shroud Seeking in such archaic cloud Sight of strong lords and light?
Of great limbs gone to chaos, A great face turned to night - Why bend above a shapeless shroud Seeking in such archaic cloud Sight of strong lords and light?
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