Indulging my defeat I reckon wrong,
Yet songbird Griffin haunts this harrowed Gent,
And solace sounds in echo’d sorrow songs
By Joel: And So it Goes, and so it went.
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Incapable maintaining friendly reigns
With Wonderwalls within me holding wishes,
And I not mark’d one for mature refrain,
My bullseye daft adorned with countless misses.
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Predicted perilous, this …
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