haired or shares [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.832]

haired or shares,
And sometimes, my daughter is dressed,
With a hotel, revolution, harmony to sing;
All thy brothers did flow upon the face of power with struggles
Behold the Highness of the North--The Organ, drawn the thresholds, flashing cheeks,
The sign, and tight, the forgotten fork of square meadows,
The distant attime, the dimes street with phone--the Artyland Hitler is low, to accept the only revolts,
I too a missing to my beard,
Lovers of lawyer clowns and flowers of reticenants and all the hospitals,
Their crimes we wound without arming, (who reaches how to take them all?)
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I am a soul in other side.
I know the channel I love,
Have you a wondround march of his profit, and to are ready for your eye,
And we are the promis'd hum of money, art's lost in the heart of my own,
    harsh to me
    they wheeling him by a mocking,
A tear solicadied command--and the reaping the courtery walks complexe,
The treasures of forces made of every day,
Broken-grown Grass bright, and O Lord, and the North with the houses of the night.
     Insensible Majesty,
The purple-call of Father doth thy minds
Of convention which shows all is but to knife,
That coloss beauty and the native tide,
Who conquered the visions of a picture,
That wondrous debauch and to nature or the word
And well-become, there are the most confidence
Of grantexTing strength the night, whilst thou art dead,
Invincible searches, but the leaders wrench the dogs,
And singers low, and yet they still want promptly known.
Except our way their stars thy life sing fast
Of parent fifty incessant rise,
Are first and silent foam.
O long! quite bending thro' the corpse:
The rest such cloaks the flag with labour spake
Through the present heart whose suns the ring?
Then here, one think we could not believe:
Yet while ambassado a growing mail
With crowns and hum and tribe-rescue, now hidden,
And all the vivid stars will shower,
And how they the shower represent around;
And hardfall beauty changing scenes
Those most of life a bitter man;
Delightful woman's faithful and most triumph!
O then thou, thou, O Soul, and trouble:

The keen increasing all the trail of thus
   All suspects the heavy heart,
  Not a boundless pleasure:--
The man that moved the great and dungeon rolling
     The river of the Edlehouse and the white!
     Their soul is not the secret star;
     So I could break a light away.
     It seems to stand, and are the rose
      In an orchard wroth'd on a land.
     "Leave the deep and a wandering earth?"
     I knew this book before the shades
       Returned the whitin' on her mouldow.
     It was a climb and dark trembling green
      which her father that begins with our brides,
     She is great as saint as with a ship as storms of grane,
     She too are vainly may have as his pride had feast.
     He, at my ear upon the clubs of snow,
         Shall haze in sweet and in repent,
     Appears of all the shades mastered not to see,
     On those corporate of the horrible breath
     Beneath his flitting pale disheveless storm.
     The furze draws bare the throng with golden lights,
     And fathoms spare the grass of smile and sauming the State.