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Dressing the day, Beaming purely, on bankers Hours, spinning such fine, spine Wheel ways, painting the stones Of grey, never so faraway, showing Mighty, mirth in maddest Midgard, Bearing blooms dizzily, trailing All the new, children who play, Pick and count, humming with faces Bright as the late bedding stars Joyous in the offered cheers Of the crowning sun, gifts All, in endless amount.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
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Dressing the day, Beaming purely, on bankers Hours, spinning such fine, spine Wheel ways, painting the stones Of grey, never so faraway, showing Mighty, mirth in maddest Midgard, Bearing blooms dizzily, trailing All the new, children who play, Pick and count, humming with faces Bright as the late bedding stars Joyous in the offered cheers Of the crowning sun, gifts All, in endless amount.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
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