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Oh wisdom, I am left
plaintiff's accord ~ searching at best
and as it were for my true love's afford ~
he wrestles with resolve,
I wonder at reward.
Oh wisdom, grant my eye to sleep
a while ~ so I may chord
some lasting Holiness ~ his, only his, a test
as when some creature leaves its own ~
Then stumbles on it's nest!
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