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“i, who was but a maker of poor songs, that one might sing behind his prison bars, i, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs—she smiled on me as smile the nearest stars. from her deep soul i draw my peace, and thus, one wreath of rhyme i weave for both of us…”
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“i, who was but a maker of poor songs, that one might sing behind his prison bars, i, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs—she smiled on me as smile the nearest stars. from her deep soul i draw my peace, and thus, one wreath of rhyme i weave for both of us…”
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              attenuated and cherish
              beneath the pseudonym;
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demeanor of a gent ought to devalued anew with constituent. promptly to—be—devotee.



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“i, who was but a maker of poor songs, that one might sing behind his prison bars, i, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs—she smiled on me as smile the nearest stars. from her deep soul i draw my peace, and thus, one wreath of rhyme i weave for both of us…”
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“i, who was but a maker of poor songs, that one might sing behind his prison bars, i, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs—she smiled on me as smile the nearest stars. from her deep soul i draw my peace, and thus, one wreath of rhyme i weave for both of us…”
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“i, who was but a maker of poor songs, that one might sing behind his prison bars, i, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs—she smiled on me as smile the nearest stars. from her deep soul i draw my peace, and thus, one wreath of rhyme i weave for both of us…”
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