Yet blank thoughts before eyes they smile,
And pick the supervenes of ever awile.
Being flank of despair critics all the way long,
And appraise flair of happy voices aloud along.
Crimson dark destiny and disgrace,
Crooked paths and rapt ravines in pace.
To whom to mantle dismay,
Dishearten promises to whom to pray.
Above steps of wonders they glimpsed,
Wet waddle over right regrets they wimped.
Deep aside the merry live,
Up upon the left so specify.
And maple over the dunce attitudes,
Spread thy colours over all altitudes.
Great!
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