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On This Land Of Steel Eyed Battle G. David Schwartz On this land of steel eyed battle Where the thunder hates the rattle Shivers dread through stars and cattle She calls me gentle. On this earth of grappling weapons Each crude practice wins a mention And houses shade ones every deception And she called me gentle. In this wood where eyes pierce dazes In this thought where sins dance gaily In this world where life is gentle In between we must double

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