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Advice discreet,
yet stout with gibe
with hidden sneers and mocking japes,
Wind well knew soundness would incite
Sky's jealous wrath and righteous spite.
If this
be true,
stormed Sky, all sore,
betrayal
against Our Crown and State,
forgiveness,
true, is rule divine,
but they
shall taste Our wisdom vain!
And then
pronounced, in rage and verve,
We’ll squeeze Rain’s drops as in a vise,
then strip Sun of her regal shine
and banish both as outcast shunned.
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