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Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise,
God gave us Cloaths to hide our Nakedness,
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
I found me in a great surging space,
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
Man may escape from rope and gun,
Britannia rules the waves,

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