Dying beside my riches 
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Struggle lovingly, crawl! 
In elder times he was misunderstood!
 
Why, why are my soft razors remembered..? 
For what reason do I arise pointlessly?
 
And why are their worlds unfulfilled? 
For what reason do I wander..?
 
Their formless vampire forgets me. 
The King dies , yet people weep.
 
Long, long ago she was teacher-loving , and yet at last I am unmade. 
A poison disintegrates , their hill lying upon a stupid sister cries.
 
Before Man you were rose-like , and yet from now on you are misunderstood. 
After the storm, ravens.
 
Daveykins

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.