Running Chestnut - Oxymoron
Plainly speaking four legged Oron not an instrument of torture a little light sprinkling banging heavily on the pianoforte Not in the sense of causing an affect of confusion but in truth the opposite when there was no word Then came a need for a new tune like on a Double virginals musing out loud spinning out the chords for damsel multiple choirs stringing together light the heavens beautiful and picturesque an axiom coup de grâce of the grossly misunderstood dull and sharp between the cup that is half way full like the sun shining in a dark cavern saying where is the darkness
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