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I love his odes, so I wrote one for him.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 32 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-02-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2283813
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He finds Truth's beauty upon an Urn.
Sings so sad with the Nightingale
O'er Melancholy, Indolence.
Passion ne'er ceasing to burn,
There, behind the solemn veil
Of emotional pestilence.
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