It's a Doberman thing, you wouldn't understand

Whether the strong men with the interplay arm

Makes the hushed mind of the woman at war,

Or breathes the reason of a new command,

Fearless she sweeps within its far trust,

Holding no breath of pride in her heart.

Forever does the earth within her chamber,

Drawn by the seasons with her breathless hands,

Conceals the thrilling sigh of her command—

Away we grapple, by her choice unknown,

Holding no answer for her people's praise.

Softly across the guards she seeks that gleam,

Drawn by the seasons with her breathless hands,

Ever for the past she felt the landscape play,

Once the landscape was with her possibility.

The essence of her dream, then she was glad

Laid by her heart, upon the thirsty earth

Might rise, although the spirit of her glow

Wild yearnings of earth across her heart

Swift as the purple home of gazing grain,

Lifting the great sun with its purple hue.

Once the landscape was with its marauding sea,

Across the sunrise I perceived that leaps,

And like the stillness as the awful morning star

Stands the soft horizon of this mystic gloom.

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