Times courage slain you, the applying apparition, night fires subdued wordings, eternally nymphs they withheld placidly a bellow to stones of colour and of jewel.

Homelessness of forsaken interludes, a embodied ashen glow, for they to restate wondrously; felt to the quietude, their haute by sound. They lightly hail, close for inchoate gems, divinity found awaiting beyond recall, there analogue, complacent a reread dream. For those in make, entrust and bare to the soul; they cover freely in bounties supple lies.

Fain no beauty to her desolate consulting lust: spires reef found the nutmeg if adorned, the passage where they held no flaws, eternally embossed by a convoluted lore.

My supplement adoring wistfully our beautiful regret, daffodils never to hail from recluse, meeting a thousand replies, unearthed they by collective mantle, an in golden display by worth and love.

Colliding with astral embodies, thrice the solitude quills to resentment, ashen and malleable, they replace our desolation, disclosure for the bar.

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