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Elapsed,
a frail aria's timid tone damned rage.
So ran I,
to order a note we both sang.
I laid low,
on miserable, bald locations.
Sent I was,
all it is, I was.
I wondered,
Is no cost set as I deliver debts I made?
Will a foe rise?
Dare I pass or can I leer?
In eve's yawn,
it left some gain.
On,
On I age,
most felt in ways even I reel in.
Across a pier,
a desire of all I wed,
a mist bed.
Reviled,
is a test so considered.
Now I saw.
Is it ill as a witness?
No,
it a cold label bares.
I'm now old,
I align ash to be wet on a red root.
In a rose garden made not dim,
its air, a liar,
fades pale.
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Name: "Sol".
I won!
O, lie by a maiden!
If tone I lost on set, add a bad, a lone fill.
I ate, drawn.
A crisis is a bone. Rise, diets!
A tract I'd named 'We See Snow' (e.g., a mill)
it saw, or ran at a deep sign.
"I, sir? Sign or...?", wonders self.
O wall!
I ate desires.
I revolt, so hot.
I: evil
A debt: rapid
A care: solemn
Me: loser? a cad?
I part bed, alive -
I, to host love.
Rise, rise: detail Law of Less Red.
No wrong is rising;
I speed at a narrow, a still image won.
See, sew, demand it:
Car taste I desire.
No basis? I, sir?
Can war detail life? No, lad.
A bad date's not so.
Lie not, fined.
I, a "maybe"? I?
Lo - now I lose, man.
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