I know you need utopia
necesity the mother of invention
Amongs this crowd
this tiara, with thse saphires, emeralds, rubies, and king diamonds
now in this forest, this tiara, lighter
capable of igniting
this paradise ia this lock
over the barriers
his flat
this 1 2 12 1 2 12
the abode was selected in the snow drift
this bower was there any hope for it
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