backfield motion
Every solution
has a backfield motion
the night sky is a erstwhile copy
Minstrels came a dancing
love is a past ideal
the bells honour the hour
yet the first candle will not bloom
whose breathe creaks to life
swearing blindly by the gallant windows
from Hanover to Boston we roam
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