These words supreme to me parade an effervescence, which of the spirit trickles over begone from reality. Repressed by pillars, whilst annealed in hills that call the mockingjay, to seek refuge beneath its wings of endless comforting. Ponderous deeds deny me, from these knolls of earth and strands of green; unfulfilled verses expose, these words supreme to me.
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