Barking

Their vocation, too, is a torch,
Perched on the mountains, come what may, the noble race,
He gets his living by barking treesSuch a man would be gazed at.

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Barking

Barking

Their vocation, too, is a torch, Perched on the mountains, come what may, the noble race, He gets his living by barking treesSuch a man would be gazed at.

Their vocation, too, is a torch,
Perched on the mountains, come what may, the noble race,
He gets his living by barking treesSuch a man would be gazed at.