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Thou hast been who thou art
for so long sonnets blush at thy
comings and exuents. Thou
wilt arise betimes and cometh
like winking stars aloft, allusioned.

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And methinketh, why would'st these
bedight words endeth lines so bereft of calm
to bestireth this pierced heart to quilleth
words in the blessed black blood stain,
on the parchment of the poet?

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Thou art a knave's inspiration. Knights

needst beg of thee an audience whenst a lady
smiling commeth like a symbol for peace.

M'thinks it so. Alas, here endeth the troubadour's
complaint to anyone who mayeth attend.

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Fie! Fie on't! The hour is late and the tower

tolleth benightedness for all to see lest they

hear more from some seeming bard who fain
would'st be thy muse.

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Lady A

10-13-12

755p

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