Beauty must of thunder be
And roll as thunder
Growl as thunder growls.
Too wild, too wild
The jungle in which beauty
Thrives.
We must be of the jungle
That one jungle
Same
Where beauty dwells.
The wild, the raw, the hard
All this be beauty
And high
Rises the Soul, the Inner Soul.
For
Beauty must of thunder be
And roll as thunder
Growl as thunder growls.
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