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(The Queen of emerald green, The King that of ruby gleams; Both noble titles but what they mean Is perils deadlier than all wilder dreams.) Sharpen the sword made up of resolve Let this excitement all fears dissolve While altogether we step on the plain Scanning all heavens (but not for the rain), For both with a glance we can easily trace The forecasted doom of embroidered grace Shed by the king and his emerald bride Who right to the end is seen by his side. Descending the stairs the sky for them made Both land on earth which fearfully bade Her silent greeting to these queen and king While all the flowers bowed to sing Of cr

 So Shines the Emerald in the Sky, Crowned with the laurel wreath of Earth. Heavens HIgh, the Moon in its wings, Surfs the Desert Sand And Flips the Jungle Rain. On edge grows a bush of thorns, On which blooms the Apple of Death