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Behold the twist within the stated form
Shall fall beneath the uniform disguised
For as the meaning
Belongs to the truant cup
Your mind’s now dreaming
Of things now hiding in the symbol lore
Revealed to wonders of the simple eyes
It likes to be always complete
For then it can harbor conceit
And give it a fix
Of jumbled word mix
And lay it all down at your feet
But til the pleasure to your ears doth ring
Into your mind a blatant suffering

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