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Refuge

 The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder crumbled like a stuff - How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reach, Nor vengeance ever comes! 
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