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To the God of poetry
Oh! Dear Lord of words,have a little mercy.
Shine your mighty golden light and
accord me a slight of the faculties which thee,
possess in abundance. With my open hands,
I beseech,on my knees,as I plea.
Let me...
Shine your mighty golden light and
accord me a slight of the faculties which thee,
possess in abundance. With my open hands,
I beseech,on my knees,as I plea.
Let me...
