Bucks, doe, and skins

No matter where they hunt
are of these record deer,
of being struck by lightening,
is a field of what appears to be corn.
Of the town is a fire.
People are sitting, kneeling.

One side is their temple, has no light.
And so receive in the light and other.

Every man lusts or likes best.
They keep their good feasts, make good cheer together,
but they are not very strong.
They not so strong nor yet, with so great care.

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