Sweet azure wonder, gloomy dispelling eyes,
Unshackling all (retinence), should I even try?
Nights and days go by, life stale the same,
And the woeful wait in vain, for that lovely dame,
In wry dreams though dead, do every once in a while,
Normal flutters fly fitful, to go that extra mile,
Away to go quite again, until the next travel of times.
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