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What will it take just to format those Stars When Wits un-matched end in Victory's Clash Still, persake, place Enjoyment in those Wars Which Admirers dwell; Then Illusions flash That Castle, drawn, yet eager to withdraw Still your patient Former will Advertise As the Latter - frilled - take Flesh from the Saw Placed Fingers for Fame; Then moot to Realise Which how conserved is this Enlightenment If Seven Youths stream for Eight Elders more But, if pleased, make-do for Comfortiment As Sympathies wise-up from avid Lore. We can go on, since your Assets respond Was simply a Myth; Like my Tones abscond.
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE - TOM DALEY
What will it take just to format those Stars When Wits un-matched end in Victory's Clash Still, persake, place Enjoyment in those Wars Which Admirers dwell; Then Illusions flash That Castle, drawn, yet eager to withdraw Still your patient Former will Advertise As the Latter - frilled - take Flesh from the Saw Placed Fingers for Fame; Then moot to Realise Which how conserved is this Enlightenment If Seven Youths stream for Eight Elders more But, if pleased, make-do for Comfortiment As Sympathies wise-up from avid Lore. We can go on, since your Assets respond Was simply a Myth; Like my Tones abscond.
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Apr 5, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
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