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o, little star
o
,
little star
with fingers
gowned nimble
fickles numbly
bickering the
night with
perhaps slamming
bruises off white
fast timidity
o,
simply dusting
forever lovely
without mortal
err ere the dull
mother of budding
s
-tupid unheavy
light
what slashes
night briefly
impeding
darkness flaky
flaking breaking
in summer
making
sorry ladies
who sleeping
fairies dote
'pon slick
penultimate
spheres
where
heaven
whitely moors
,
her softly
and her
deftly
marvelous
4ever ,
and 4 '
ever . "
ever , '
ever . '
eVEr : '
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