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I O reflective wall of truth, for thou have saketh me
Restrict the air of thy young, humble dagger.
O pass through thy blood, taketh of thee thy refreshments of existence.
O how art thee forgiveth when thy pasture denies purity?
Thou lectures of cleanliness reap sorrow of thy dove.
Statue o' stone, thy heart refuses to beat
Taketh troubles, torment whilst the future depletes.
O mighty rock, thou elder reignin' thy rain o' thee spectacle.
For seldom rejoicin' our saviour when disaster strikes extreme measures.
For thoust transparent hope hath no moral compass
Thee only giveth of light is the shining of 'nother dreary day.
No long will thee await, thy heart's will rests for eternity.
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