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The elegy is sighed in a yearnful of moan, Tis' a discourse , 'tis a toll. For the knell is foundered with A mouthful of thorns, 'Tis a dispatch, 'tis a call. Howl hither the malicious dawn; Dawn it is, the two faceted flow: A presence of those masquerade ***** Until a haul, 'tis a faux. "'Tis a fault, 'tis a fault." In their deed, the cloisters are redeemed  yclept the hiss and yclept the haul, 'Tis a discourse, 'tis a fall "'Tis a fault and 'tis a fault." For I sin above all (too), And in a remorse I heave, Then, out an elegy I sighed; There,I merely nod: "Yes, indeed(!)" 'Tis a fault of mine now, 'tis a fault.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Humanity
The elegy is sighed in a yearnful of moan, Tis' a discourse , 'tis a toll. For the knell is foundered with A mouthful of thorns, 'Tis a dispatch, 'tis a call. Howl hither the malicious dawn; Dawn it is, the two faceted flow: A presence of those masquerade ***** Until a haul, 'tis a faux. "'Tis a fault, 'tis a fault." In their deed, the cloisters are redeemed  yclept the hiss and yclept the haul, 'Tis a discourse, 'tis a fall "'Tis a fault and 'tis a fault." For I sin above all (too), And in a remorse I heave, Then, out an elegy I sighed; There,I merely nod: "Yes, indeed(!)" 'Tis a fault of mine now, 'tis a fault.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
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