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Inoperative clamant reaching a resplendent climax
A cipher in an elven’s clothes, scratching to release
The fumes of lore expand my base
A solar clip removed
A bing a bong, a dingy boat
A vagabond of space
The little specs of sparse connexion
The mist of hydrosphere
Agromania’s gift of solstice found
The silence of nutate
An augury of utter loss
One on the verge of being
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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