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Yet they shall fade while I remain by grace of early pain detective in the silence of the friends hard-boiled by a long-haul sun I question you already palish blue it cannot wait where were you on the mourning of the rhyme I had a can of wine captured in a pebble vault called beach colored by a cloutless sky my solitude was shattered by a wave and I have seen us shadows swimming each to each mellowing my malady in mild Miltonian modes if that to you rings true it turns your eerie chants into Horatian odes come share with me a cup of pearly rain and watch the setting pun in a world of lords and lambs let's go a-roving the rebel angel cheers us on