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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! |
