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I FORETELL
Force me well to those glad says
And let my joy repeat itself
Treasured heaven of treasured chests
Oh, drop on me while I but pen.
Stationed huts at countries hot
Musers' walk to brandness, none
Heavens of consequences and storm
Smite this last, my breath but use.
Comb the world of all refuse
Tell the teacher English rules
Speak of melodies and choose
A passion for my very use.
Saddle all the sports I know
Bring to action all the strength
Make my days but glad and true
Make me but experience good.
Hollow smiles? Topics but none
Cancers wild ravaging none
AIDS and victims weak and strong,
Smile my rules, no longer mourn.
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I FORETELL
I FORETELL
