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In the temple of the mind— flash, Mortal pegs are but fingers shape, The light of dreariest day, told lash, All for the rush, conspiring too late.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Dusty Dreams
In the temple of the mind— flash, Mortal pegs are but fingers shape, The light of dreariest day, told lash, All for the rush, conspiring too late.
ormond
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ormond
Irish
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
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