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So it wrinkles, this Righteous Heresy All due to Flavours spat-out by your Youth To lose that Touch; Then amend Destiny I guess after all is the Proper Truth And notice your Baggage all Night and Day With the many Props you have to carry Since, this Cage, the Kingdom's Letter your Way You found the Mole to a Mountain he'll tarry So, Fortune's East beg for your timed receipt Though a Million shy it is not enough And cope this Passage with your Conceit To join the Mob and level your Thoughts rough. As for me, to the House I contemplate Whether to abandon or shift my Fate.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - EIGHTY-THREE - TOM DALEY
So it wrinkles, this Righteous Heresy All due to Flavours spat-out by your Youth To lose that Touch; Then amend Destiny I guess after all is the Proper Truth And notice your Baggage all Night and Day With the many Props you have to carry Since, this Cage, the Kingdom's Letter your Way You found the Mole to a Mountain he'll tarry So, Fortune's East beg for your timed receipt Though a Million shy it is not enough And cope this Passage with your Conceit To join the Mob and level your Thoughts rough. As for me, to the House I contemplate Whether to abandon or shift my Fate.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
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