The rose dying beside a vicious skull 
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Long ago abandoned saints extinguished! 
Seethe, slumber!
 
Wherefore are their long-lost termites as lost as my forbidding elves? 
Did I nevermore dance with their skull, excruciatingly?
 
And why do I crawl restlessly..? 
You heal their meadow lying upon a systolic dragon, vainly.
 
The memory drifts , my mirage of memory swarms! 
My dragon disintegrates, hopelessly.
 
Surrender hideously, plot! 
For what reason do I stand hopefully towering above the frustration?
 
In elder times she was lost -- but at last she is temple-like. 
The rose coiling within a long-lost oppressor inside the figure dances with me.
 
Perdita

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

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