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			It brays, it slays, it neighs at most when fleetAdorned by morns and may, I spak my peace
 But tugged along any dray colt
 Sups his flowered seas
 Where daft desires the feathers out of mines
 Fly all but time here
 Take what you had
 Yet I can't vouch for what's real or false on that
 This trail of tears we've blacked
 
 So sudden, cold morning, slow
 Cool morning, so sudden, slow
 Cool morning, slow
 
 Vouchsafed it rains, it rails, yes love reeks
 From sails it turns to toasts, and I kick my keep
 And starved we'll mother the other
 Parsing one of each
 Whence twined desires and gingham clementines
 Fly all but time here
 Think what you had
 But I can't vouch for what's real or false on that
 This trail of tears we've blacked
 
 So sudden, cold morning, slow
 Cool morning, so sudden, slow
 So sudden, cold morning, slow
 Cool morning, so sudden, slow
 Cool morning, slow
 Cool morning, slow
 Cool morning, slow
 
		  
		Amarinthine 
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