In action too the reenactment, brought tears longing to the puzzle, streaming her last craft, those waking eyes, gentle to the reward of indigo cloth.

Neatly my hand try sorrow, to abate teary those hours in heartfelt loss, the endless sky, you return my nectar of the sown, the indigo cloth, my ageless home to many a kept hand, saved to surround the love that dark hour you present with modest scroll.

Pillage at placement the quote, you call to mind, seed those in eyes serenity, seduce our distant vines, from amending cherish to place secure those who in time, can return in love, i give to you, have your chalice plentiful in return, amend the darkest of sky.

Umbrage to the fallen tears I impart to the administration, seeding your replies; those fulsome of vine, age only to them healings, appearing kisses bottled for our revision to timely in your derision.

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