Well done, that was it. So we what?
Time is my fortune…Dismal echo creep away.
One wonders in such a light: well, what is this?
Well what is there to it? Well, I will not
impress anybody with such a well of wonder.
So, in this light. But, the shadow
of it is in this broken English. So I exist in this
feeling and I can do what I want in…it.

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