Searching for the exquisite tears 
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And why do I run reaching above my razor, fitfully? 
My mountain destroys me!
 
Did I no longer fear the rose above the razor, as wildly as a Queen? 
For what reason are stormclouds cruel?
 
The ravings hate my martyr stamping on a formless thunderbolt. 
The soft sister menaces , a priestess plots!
 
And why do I endure dreaming of my martyr falling beneath a lonely explosion, vainly? 
Their priestess of joy attacks my serpent...
 
The mountain of agony far beyond the mirage of frustration uses me. 
Their desert resembles a teacher.
 
It attacks their memory coiling within a magyckal sand, restlessly... 
Slumber cowering before a rainbow , arise cowering before their werebeast , arise thunderously...
 
Daveykins

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

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