Wander, wander how sweet the light in the sky. Thy dearest heart go to thee. Upon thy throat a slanted slash for thee. Thy talk to thee wander like sweet pull to the water. Too, lush the grass. Sleep upon the grass. For the darkest hour has yet to forsake us. Glimpse the moon for a seldom drink. Kindly tarry to the sky. Thy wander fly, fly, fly!
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