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[challenge2find]

in tragic kindoms as less i come
from sight and sound as blessed song
and where is it the sightly past
in reched minds in which we pass
for in frocklin and forgotten years
can i shed the lost and left behind tears
it is never less
yet more is gained
for that i thread the eye of which it came
bla bla bla
and sounds will ring
and you'll hear all
for that i'll sing
because with that is the joke at hand
and with my smile i'll lerk yet bland
with my desieving smile,
i'll desieve yet in denile.