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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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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:09 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
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
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