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Rebelling,rebelling with the rue thatneither love nor joy crave for within-the isle of bliss,I'm born with ears that-do not heed parables.Rebel,rebel ..
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In the icy-dusk of bliss,a sceptre is seen ghastly-within the Frantic Heart of-Strife.Fear,woe,grief no more-Joy,joy,joy,my heart-once again palpitate..
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Ere the cloudless dawn-of joy,i limp with no plight-towards thee who art-not afar from my vitality.To Thou,Thou art in my-thoughts from dawn to-dusk i..
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Within the forest gold,neither the usurer of lovenor usury thou art beneath-the winged hearts that art-flapping euphorically in the-cloudless heavens ..
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Above the zenith of the azure,the summer orb gives a beatific-smile to us who dwell in the vale-where is filled to capacity with the elms-the heart of..
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Flashing eternally-with love,the flash-of lightning in the heavens-heralds torrential liquid to-polish creatures with frantic-heart of affection to tr..
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Back to the den,again,I limp away-from the captors-who dwell in the land-where is filled to capacity-with Loves who art the bossy-janitors i dost not ..
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In the shell,thou art the-contagious desire-of love that envelops-my soul which dwells-in the cave where the-brute natives seal with-fearful love i fa..
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In the shadow of,thou,my sights are-shadowed by the native-ways to bliss where,thou shall emerge to me-as the figure who numbers-my empty to kindness...
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'Poignantly,I'm digging,digging with no full stop,beneath the hanging clouds-that camouflage the beauteous-tiara in the heaven I seek forwithin the fo..
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