you, wander through the fields, your, sorrow, as I advocate thedepression, stumble into thehardened earth and become engulfed by the seeds of plague, the skysubmits to the colourpurple, descending fromabove, the holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy? a black spectre issent downwardsinstead, lowered downwardsinto damned soil, peasants mourn their own plagued death, the shephard
[sic] of the unwantedvalley, turning blackand purple, his spirit blows down, dark waters streaming down aprecipice, among the sheepmist arises slowly, theland is burned by the beggars, Ornans - a place of fear and disease,
Burial - no requiemshall take place, eclipse ofthe sky as impurity casts, no requiem, no return, peasants mourn theirown plagued death
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