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Search For Vanity

Singing through all lines, In the dale and vine, Hopping my glottis around, Straining it to in joy abound. Walking all miles, Miles moistured and tiled, Forcing undaunted gaze, On the Angelic phase. In such a strenuous search, Curiosity did me lash, Scolding my initiatives, Urging me to be creative. What I've I return'd with? Gold...? Or an adventure wits: So, do humans keep hunting, For a thing that's equal to nothing. 17:09:21:19:25

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