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Lord of the Manor
Were I to tell you
The whole story unreal
May you let it come true
I wish he would peal
Glamorous-gazed man
Atheist or Anglican
By his walking, inspired
Nice landscape’s pride
He will have to grow old
With no regret no gold
Good manners of Jet-set
Never shall I forget
That long-haired novelist
Fading away in the mist
More famous as a painter
As handsome as a writer
Serene, lonesome, hid
A high, clear flame ascended
From the hearth
There, no noise could be heard
To the shore flew a bird
Reaching out to homely hall
Here is my fond hope’s call
To United Kingdom
Seeking for the way of wisdom
No make-believe, no rout
Our time is running out
Should there be such a man…
by Nelly Boucly
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