✍️ Arts/Lit Poems

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In my coracle of verses I will sing of lands unknown,Flying from the scarlet city where a Lord that knows no pityMocks the broken people praying round his iron throne,—Sing about the Hidden Country fresh and full of quiet green,

: "Poems" by C.S. Lewis.
 
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