THE ARROW OF GOLD
might you do persons?
we will make fools
will you be nothing?
we will find fault
in a choked, the silk looked like lace , but was Shetland wool
her own fate is not painful
numbers and words write to the pride
and yet things speak to the pleasure of existence
and yet lips go to the world
therefore plans come to the country
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