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Time is gone with all the fruits crossing the bridge,
grey hair palsied nerve and heart weak and wimpy,
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Bed- ridded and with folded wings awaitingthis woeful soul for thee o stella! Thy wealthmight embed a new life,
stella, dame of myhungry- bitten being, a squint glimpse of thy ocular vista, Snappy sparkle of thy supple soulmight resuscitateme again......
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7/20/2025 12:27:05 AM # 1.0.0
................................................. do not go far away do not let me go .................................................