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Wine of time
Whipped into rhyme,
Shreds of decay
Thus snatched away
And woven together
To outlast weather,
Quaint scraps of breath
Rescued from death.
Whipped into rhyme,
Shreds of decay
Thus snatched away
And woven together
To outlast weather,
Quaint scraps of breath
Rescued from death.
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