Mark yon runnel, how ’tis flowing,
Like a sylvan spirit dreaming
Of the spring-blooms near it blowing,
And the sunlight o’er it beaming—
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me thinks: yes Darkly inter-freaked when streaming, but blooming more brightly deeper, Whispy warbling indeed. as floods of sog immerse the bog that was once Roolandia. Particulates Flutter in Plume's sputter.
strenuous glowing shade grows more bright like man-o wars in flight of night. woe betide our plight.
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me thinks: yes Darkly inter-freaked when streaming, but blooming more brightly deeper, Whispy warbling indeed. as floods of sog immerse the bog that was once Roolandia. Particulates Flutter in Plume's sputter. strenuous glowing shade grows more bright like man-o wars in flight of night. woe betide our plight.