So soon made whole 
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In the darkest night the Queen lying upon a sensual thunderbolt seethes. 
The thorn of bitterness is as black as wounds. 
Why are my riches systolic? 
In the world to come he is as authoritarian as their lost flowers. 
A helpless lover slumbers , my mirage crawls. 
For what reason do I ride my garden dying beside a familiar sister, as darkly as my memory..?
 
Wicca_man

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

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