But the sundial smiled in the rain is this how irony begins? like the premonition of pain that's appealing shimmery with fins? is this how irony begins? one's unable does that make one Cain? that's appealing shimmery with fins but to whom does it now appertain?
one's unable does that make one Cain? the sardines come delivered in tins but to whom does it now appertain? the losses seem more than the wins the sardines come delivered in tins the roses were featured with thorns the losses seem more than the wins the drummers soon paused for the horns
the roses were featured with thorns the violets remembered fond springs the drummers soon paused for the horns while compassion flowed through normal things the violets remembered fond springs the bison recall vanished days while compassion flowed through normal things little words were employed to sing praise
the bison recall vanished days the mountain redreams olden seasons little words were employed to sing praise every rhyme grew nostalgic for reasons the mountain redreams olden seasons the circus now pines for the road every rhyme grew nostalgic for reasons personalities sometimes implode
the circus now pines for the road the frog thought about all the flies personalities sometimes implode it's presumably hard being wise the frog thought about all the flies the baker delights in the grain it's presumably hard being wise but the sundial smiled in the rain
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