Weak and terrible the miserable birth was he, Cruel. Wicked. Now a sinister time is wrought, The breath of the…
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And from where wings are clipped, Held by branches these thorns hold, Ere mine how soft is brought to fall,…
Mad reason
Sanity whose feigns that groans; But linger fares their way behest, Chastise their minds about, a lot; Green their ways…
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