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You shine beauty into the lives of my brethren
You battle with me and my mandarin scores
So rests assured is my temper and still stirs
To wreckon with mastery of words
Is my dreams in abbreviation of my
Truth and hopes set free in motion
So I lay the potion of mine desires in
Your works of art so plain but art
Thou tedious and righteous
So art my commitments to you
Reaching past my memories
Looking out yonder past the sea
Of epiphany so lurks a regency
So proliferous its abating in ways

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