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That wretched pool of faith's undone, I watched suspiciously while thee not won unto a measure so involved in may faring's complacent strum! Oh then, my heart did beat it held the drum of thy bereaved mishandling, then stun it were a time in life ~ eternal's shun! That I did hold encounters to the Sun, this is as love, my justice in thy run then noble friend, what cell of truth is numb, there is nought else but love, for thee among ~ . . . . .my archives of poems effigy, so sung!