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In the palest light, a hand bejewelledBeckoned through the leaded panesThe leader of the four white stallions,Standing silent on the stonesWithout recourse to bit or reins."Take your beasts, oh trusted friend -Bring the cattle from the train."And saying so, the window opened.All the jewels flashed together.There upon the stones lay strewnA hundred ears of golden grain.The stallion reared above the window,Once again now tight secured.The other three behind their leaderFollowed him where he may lead them,Confident in life assured.There behind the leaded window,Lanterns to dispel the gloomLit the loaves and sacks of grainThat piled up to the oaken rafters -Echoes of the drunken laughterComing from the room.The stallion led the slow procession,Naked in the freezing night.Letras de cancionesMillions passed the lighted window,Begging for a hand of meal,Disappearing out of sight.In the room, the party blossomed.In the room where lanterns shone,All the wine has now been taken:All the grain has now been planted:All the bread has now been eaten:Even the house has gone… From Letras Mania