No way on God's green earth is that going to happen.
The walls are built up stone by stone / The fields divided one by one
Hail, innocent of angerness / Our takel, our tol, that we on trow; […]
One of the lynxes moved; it drew off a little farther, as though deciding to abandon the fight.
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