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Bronze by gold heard the hoofrons, |
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Steelyringing imperthnthn thnthnthn. |
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Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. |
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Horrid! And gold flushed more. |
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A husky fifenote blew. |
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Blew. Blue bloom is on the |
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Gold pinnacled hair. |
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A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin, |
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Rose of Castille. |
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Trilling, trilling: I dolores. |
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Peep! Who's in the... peepofgold? |
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Tink cried to bronze in pity. |
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And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call. |
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Decoy. Soft word. But look! The bright stars fade. O rose! Notes |
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Chirruping answer. Castille. The morn is breaking. |
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Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. |
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Coin rang. Clock clacked. |
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Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. |
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Smack. La cloche! Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, |
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Goodbye! |
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When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum. |
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A sail! A veil awave upon the waves. |
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When first he saw. Alice! |
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Full tup. Full throb. |
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Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring. |
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Martha! Come! |
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Clapclop. Clipclap. Clappyclap. |
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Goodgod henev erheard inall. |
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A moonlight nightcall: far: far. |
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I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming. |
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Listen! |
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The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each and |
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For other plash and silent roar. |
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Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss. |
