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𓂃Myth of ‘XCIV: An auburn aurora in a half-witted wildwood, she granted foreasmuch as Goose of Mirthful Paradise. Crutched on a long-lasting loose root, downward slope with forthright lithesome arms. Classic orchestra was greeted her with chaste stellar gleam hightops, step by step phased on the idyllic field celestially. Draught handhold with poetic forefinger, featuring an enigmatic room dusted over gold. A sunbathe attire swept athwart lily-white marble floor, knell on her leech-finger glanced and midst black hair was crowned with a wreath of floreths. An exquisite banquet in magnificent elbow room with inflames beacons, poems of honored poets by word of melodiously. Foretoken nearby her, sainthood an angelic oaths of her grandsires. Guided by priest to liberate ever-lasting tale within, song of Elysian Fields echoed based upon trumpet of destiny. "Freely to the moon, it's just a philosophy from underland dayrdreams," she said. From a dove hauling God's epistle through a steep valley and depth marine, Poem from mid-96’s-her birthright hellbended in days gone by. ❈