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Know No Name

04/28/2026 14:58h
Know no name Why this holy day honed Hollow day haul I lost wind when wooden I can’t bear to be Unaided in hunt unhanded To haunt when strewn sound Who will be held in hand Brought sent Mooring at the shore Who’re you for For what fewer who wore Be called this wooer More who are the ones In horror to light will strew then sue for war