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Let not the gilding cause you to forget For all its gold, all life’s a lily yet Read more
Need to think of status less… Read more
All over our society Amid the mud and tears… Read more
dude!… Read more
Let it pass unjudgingly The moment pathos ridden by… Read more
“So mote it be” Has exact same meaning As the church’s “Amen”… Read more
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