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The other cleped Amor did paint in words as a mischievous winged dram sleeveen; hovered in the air fancy-free, flyeth in the visage of the breath of windeth yond hoovered its wanderings. From timeth to timeth 'tis to the east, westerly, to the south, 'r northwardly—the query is, who is't knoweth? Keeping a weather eye on how yond Cupid wast foraging for his blazon, how cunning that gent wast! Unduly unforeseeable! Who is't knoweth if 't be true the arrow out of the blue did shoot out of his boweth? Then pirced thy surface? I has't never hath heard of days of yore, if 't be true there shall not beest any floweth'ret of loveth yond shall did burst forth thereupon!
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The other cleped Amor did paint in words as a mischievous winged dram sleeveen; hovered in the air fancy-free, flyeth in the visage of the breath of windeth yond hoovered its wanderings. From timeth to timeth 'tis to the east, westerly, to the south, 'r northwardly—the query is, who is't knoweth? Keeping a weather eye on how yond Cupid wast foraging for his blazon, how cunning that gent wast! Unduly unforeseeable! Who is't knoweth if 't be true the arrow out of the blue did shoot out of his boweth? Then pirced thy surface? I has't never hath heard of days of yore, if 't be true there shall not beest any floweth'ret of loveth yond shall did burst forth thereupon!
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