Strutting along byways of yesterday, feeling thoughts of
pride stir within.
Signals of talent disturb calming effects of sorrow's
edges, causing haughtiness, arrogance and a humility of
sorts.
Blending mixtures of opposite feelings, not coming up
with a final elixir to calm distraught senses of intellect.
Patterns dissect and rearrange visions, belonging to other
days and meanings.
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