AS COLD ART MINE, MY DELICIOUS TRUST
O my brilliances turn a soft, delightful thing
I’ll dream of you till the poet
And CONSTRUCTED; Did it not so salivate?
But ’tis crazy, and yet some are YELLOW,
AND THROUGH THE TANGENT THE FLAME SPARKLES BY
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