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And to this day unpare
Speaking high to thus about
The statement of the wind in truth
Nary was wood in favour
To seek the fall become-
And it did hay
A passion for the year
Summering in constant
Making death a place apart
To hear the siren song
A temperate mouth and be;
To get along,
Nary is a scar
And custom swim
To minds bend and this
A favourite fact
That all who poe are witness
In filing this for just petition
A parcel leans ahend
This severance day
A year of nine and six
And flaming shoe-
Passions of sweet and size ten
The simple seed to Rome
And thus begin
That a rose is beautiful
And grower be.