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so morose yet melodious |
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we gather round to receive |
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an ambidexterous reasoning |
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from which we clearly |
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we clearly conceive |
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this problems but a puzzling question |
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of length and width |
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of breadth and depth |
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which we hope will mellow and whither |
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so why should i |
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i beg to differ |
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a loveless lullaby of menial worth |
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to which we have |
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we have to compare |
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have i become a heavy cargo |
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for selfindulgence to bear |
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i see you ripen in your response |
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i see you change your trick of style |
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so what can i |
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i now comprise |
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i see no way to reconcile |
