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Fame, whose Lion roars Colours, Soot and Ash Beg one's Sanity to consume his Mane If Senses apply; Then ***** Rainbows past Soon bathe in Shades which dull his Time insane As you dear Mentor let your Honours bare As Powers denied his Wild Stones restrict For his Best Interest; Though let his Spoiled Arms dare Then waive such Counsel as Derelict Though at Prime I once cringed at your Impress Then later Opened my Eyes your Wisdom take Affront Screaming Dames his Muscles digest Which blur the Difference his Genious make. And Genious indeed Spoil his Potent Gold His Rock Star Plans set a Finer Behold.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
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Fame, whose Lion roars Colours, Soot and Ash Beg one's Sanity to consume his Mane If Senses apply; Then ***** Rainbows past Soon bathe in Shades which dull his Time insane As you dear Mentor let your Honours bare As Powers denied his Wild Stones restrict For his Best Interest; Though let his Spoiled Arms dare Then waive such Counsel as Derelict Though at Prime I once cringed at your Impress Then later Opened my Eyes your Wisdom take Affront Screaming Dames his Muscles digest Which blur the Difference his Genious make. And Genious indeed Spoil his Potent Gold His Rock Star Plans set a Finer Behold.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
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