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So susurrate the sighs of soft and scent, 'Dept droppings of a dear, daft delving deep, And soften in the velvet warm, content, Resisting urges strong to turn and sleep. So susurrate the lies of scoff ill-spent, 'Dept croppings of an ear a la Van Gogh, And often in the melted swarm, intent Desisting purges wrong that churn and tow. So susurrate the why's of soph's descent, 'Dept coppings of a plea without a crime, And coffins for the belted harm portent, Assisting surging throngs that burn with time. So susurrate, yet mostly mean much more, Than whisperings would waft the feelings for. |
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POSTSCRIPT "Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?" JOHN MILTON, from AREOPAGITICA |
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