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i'm ringing and ringing.

Can You hear me singing?

my call; my squall carollinging.

giving it all to the time i am clinging.

When is relative, and i: a head.

Now rise from Your rest

Now wake from Your bed.

it is the point that pulls

like the primal garglings of hungered lulls

of unfed and famished, to overflown fulls.

Sal. Vader. Dolly.

Al. Burton. Sty. In.

the clever imbecile wears a brilliant mask

who's strokes strike a dull chord

and cast a dim light's lead,

for dimness in the dark,

is all one needs.

Lords design

i afford my resign

for tonight WE DINE!

delicate's delight of sacrifice's serpentine.