updraft

rhyme

When Montague got up to speak, I felt my fortitude grow weak.

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A unicycle mistress Once rode into my life.

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Our mother wears her jewelry, Her absinthe veils and topaz lights,

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Running over tilting flagstones, Eyes that watch my reckless pace,

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So I set out. Am I a lonely man with staff in hand?

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