Cants sophia, air and papyrus.
Perfect balance of translation.
Candid manuscripts on canvas.
Outstanding usage of the English language
in all our grammar abandonment.
Only knights of Queen Elizabeth lament.
Under trees for days, raking in September
to themselves later laughing.
Basking in moments that we loved forever.
Recorded by time, the angel's treasure.
An infant, keeper of ledgers.
Autumns being golden terms,
possible misspellings.
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