|To harm as less a season.
The best dressed days were why.
The crime of rest for reason.
Chance to equal I passed by.
|When I'm old, I'll see you with one pixel.
And I'll know you by your, one pixel Fame.
Right about now, I think I have five-pixels.
And way before that, I think no quatrains.
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