Oh Shadow on the Grass
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
Art thou a Step or not?
Go make thee fair my Candidate
My nominated Heart
Oh Shadow on the Grass
While I delay to guess
Some other thou wilt consecrate
Oh Unelected Face
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