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ㅤ II: Masquarade; Findeth out the author.

As an columnist, accomplished abide an inclination to step inside addition's shoes, to get under their skin and see the world through their eyes. In gobs analogous scenarios, I have slipped into these roles with the greatest of ease then out again with the same dexterity. That was until I found yours truly chic singularity, swinging the gent that one avalanches mesmerized thee. T wast then the line between figure and reality w're so did blur yond i nay longeth'r kneweth who is't i wast.

Yet, there was clearly a point when my role was well and truly over. At which hour I hadst gone above and beyond the requird w'rd counteth. I knoweth its over, I very much doth. I knoweth t hast been quite some timeth. T's over, yet mine own heart still doth feel thee. Thou art a mem'ry to me anon, but mine own mind still thinkest of thee. What we hadst wast did finish longeth ago yet the words shall not stand ho flowing.

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I: Held high, the nemesis allied unconscious butterflies Hung against the enormous drab drowsy flowers of cloud.

Your soul is a select landscape Where charming masqueraders and bergamaskers go Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of victorious love and the opportune life, They do not seem to believe in their happiness And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the still moonlight, sad and beautiful, That sets the birds dreaming in the trees And the fountains sobbing in ecstasy. The tall slender fountains among marble statues.

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