My wheels on the gravel spin around with wholesome timidity, forthwith
No hesitation among the five solitaires surrounding me like a myth,
I’d made up my mind to commence with resumption of self,
Like a viceroy who fiercely enjoyed, earnestly hoped,
Delightfully defended, unprovoked!
Let me redeem the measure of time I privately bred,
Strange is the feeling of freedom,
When everything...
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