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birdies
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Pretty
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Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
Of being sad in their fantastic trim.
The while they celebrate in minor strain
Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
And…
ahaha!
Best post ever.
thank you god and amen, there is still hope in humanity for grammar
lolz
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