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A million mushrooms fill the field |
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Where marchers' bodies lately fell |
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More marchers marching heavy-heeled |
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Release more spores that march as well |
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Across the twilit shadow ground |
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And over long-bewildered farms |
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Through palaces, where not a sound |
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Is heard, though there should be alarms |
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But winter comes and only ice |
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Is crushed beneath the marching feet |
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In all the land where once was rice |
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There now is nothing fit to eat |
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Except mushrooms which nourish not |
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The body, nourish not the mind |
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And often poison, eating rot |
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The marchers march insane and blind |
