World; long, long ago
Exclusive to us
That sunshine bubble
Joy's realm, afloat.
Proud claim, no child then
Could, meek, promote!
For whom do now speak
Hoarse, too, echoes back
Blames not cloud, dart:
"Frowned in, darkened up.
Swore, burst apart".
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