A vase drawn in suspended space
Braced, from desolate haste
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Encased from an ember
Melded in soothing tender
Risen on early morning dews
A peerless hourglass of passionate hues
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Spun from sure saintly sights
Draws towards it doubtful replights
Coming near, those dubious and dizzy
Mistaking innocent chirps as chivy
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Bracing to desolate haste
A vase escapes surely suspended space
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