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The idle, unbroken
The clouds are dreary
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning
even blacker than before
“clearly,” said I
My flutters be still
“It’ll rescind if nothing more “
Piqued and bleary
In their tainted, furious core
severely clapping
There came a rapping
lapping up the moor
The velvet grazing of crimson draping
razing in the fore
be still the rapid breath, one should
And the hurling of its lore
Sudden darkness clearing
I stood there peering
Into its feathered core
violence, bespoken
the idle, unbroken
And my wilted words, “no more,”
The clouds are churning,
the swell returning
even blacker than before
“clearly,” said I
My flutters be still
“It’ll rescind if nothing more “
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