The countryside spring murmurs no sin
The mountain hounds howl no judgment
If not cradled in a palace, death dies for the last time
If not imposed by a preacher, anguish becomes bygones
Wolves cry at night for a reason
Lose the guns, see them dance
A liberty made simple—a real spectacle
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
The countryside spring murmurs no sin
The mountain hounds howl no judgment
If not cradled in a palace, death dies for the last time
If not imposed by a preacher, anguish becomes bygones
Wolves cry at night for a reason
Lose the guns, see them dance
A liberty made simple—a real spectacle
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