With fervid vocility we have perused
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Through centuries of countless bethumbed volumes
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Finding little solace for our plight
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With absolute bodily quiescence
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We have pondered
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While earthenware pots are shattered and scattered
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And hanging plants mournfully wilt and waste away
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Encrusted ghouls once loved and cherished
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Fortress and shield razed in absolute defeat
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Pining away in curious conflagration
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But this I call to mind and therefore
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I have hope...
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Impending Embolism
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