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Doulcemer Hammered
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Mine oboe ebon voiced sweet clear suspends
a fixèd note of moonless dusk and air,
till lipped by clarinets it warm descends
to darkling tones of onyx black aflare;
as chord progressions delved in reaches iron
a smoke white longing ashen soft enfire,
and embers hot obsidian environ
the touchstone diamond blue mine earth-old lyre;
my muse dismounting from his swank barouche
in upturned collar, smoking vest, loose tie,
his rakish beauty just this side of louche
edged come to idle in my lap and die;
one angled instrument run smooth on course --
composed in skill and strength our tour de force.
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Mine oboe ebon voiced sweet clear suspends
a fixèd note of moonless dusk and air,
till lipped by clarinets it warm descends
to darkling tones of onyx black aflare;
as chord progressions delved in reaches iron
a smoke white longing ashen soft enfire,
and embers hot obsidian environ
the touchstone diamond blue mine earth-old lyre;
my muse dismounting from his swank barouche
in upturned collar, smoking vest, loose tie,
his rakish beauty just this side of louche
edged come to idle in my lap and die;
one angled instrument run smooth on course --
composed in skill and strength our tour de force.
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