The Grand Gibberer

"In feverish breath can know what is better? No, words fall sideways in aiming must.

Child another...

...thinking if somehow askew weren't such matter, I would sing--oh, tilting gold of hue and hem--SING! I WOULD SING WITH SILKEN FIRE CEASELESS BLIND EBULLIENT THUS PERFECT AND REACHING.

Weaving. Without...

...you here frowning utmost and yes, yes no correction."

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