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​THE QUIRE OF THE SHEEP
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We are calling for your soul
for a benevolent autumnal source
May the hoary times arrive
full of sunny gloom endlessly dream!

with a fancy
coming from tender sea
we are conjuring you dreamer
your mythical pearls

Come propitious birdies
from Olympus-mountlet!

Recite my songs
about the mellow dawn
about brave honest hoplite-like treasure!