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Ado with a mean woe,
An ado as aglow;
Belying the paynim
Thou rewrot'st the tome -
An ivy-crown'd and dancing,
And fawn'd and trancing -
Espying the surly wud,
And heeding her not.
Celebration
Afear'd of Bacchante,
And dost thou 'hold the yill? -
Behind is the sleepless;
Eyne 'holding na mo.
Celebration"
Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move - With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink, The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror; Tales of theft and adultery, Tales of devilment and witchery - Tales of me"
Celebration Bacchari
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