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("OF THE EQUINOX") By the word, by the most favoured odds, of the tides of fashion that takes us ashore, of the worth-taking wanderings, of the sacred vows that intrigue each soul, amongst the starlight that beckons the tangled lines with its radiance which gleams the star-ceiling rostrum in the tender depth of ancient ridges that will be worn again. Nonetheless this brush shall stroke here and there to flaunt the blouse in grace, yet somewhat sinking in thre warmth of crimson blackward fur. Deep at midnight, in pursuit of the carcasses of the stars where they shoot somewhere bright and tranquil, the hue of it all, the books and quills, shall you waltz perched, nowise persisting the embodiment of coexisting paradise: SOLD USERNAME.
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