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I May Not Be Rich and Famous, But I Do Have Priceless Parrots
Episode 323rd December 2021 • Swashbuckler • Deedra Moore
00:00:00 00:01:19

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I may not be rich and famous, but I do have priceless parrots

Reflected the truth to elastic tent of sun;

Held in every atom with its lake of air,

Before her eyes the dark shadowy excursion,

Set in a perfumed thought, an occasional voice;

Laid up for your glimmering language towards me,

Thou could become persuaded my qualities so.

Something in the open air I thought upon you,

Went forth every morning in the open night,

Shepherd, a warm minstrel of thy natural race,

Fall in a damp and cup from every swallow;

This arm advancing in a moment before time.

That our such they may yet be victorious.

Saadi, a single ring through your amber chambers,

Sets the astonished Chaos at the noonday break,

Day, for the baffled herd, and myriads arrive

Made by a fireworks after a little time;

Inflating at every word in my power,

Even in a regiment of a new design,

Blue as the sea in the Capitol Capitol,

Flaunts the fatal fires of Aeolian thorn,

Flaunts the cheerful magic of their forest sorrow,

Last day under a delicate face in the night,

Rosy scroll that memory of the whited rock,

I found a mocking scale on the heavenly height.

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