The great coat of wind and light
Patterning in, bathe in silhouettes of panes,
Vicinate high and low, the yellow gold.
Scrupulating in curtains' gleaming gold,
Freeze the sun in infinitum on floor.
Cold, not so cold, stir the winds - The soul.
Breathe in, my eyes the winds of Oxford.
Freeze, cease to sprint, the time in vicinity
A hop, skip and jump plunge well, to hardcore.
Silences of the grandest melodies, subtle down
There - where is the scholarly cloak inside,
Where - there is a scholar hidden in asylum,
Gleams my dreams in great coat of Oxford.
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