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My first attempt at a Keats Sonnet.
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Oh, it’s only the sunshine, painted far away...
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The Butterfly House is a garden of butterflies. It's a place of beauty, where wishes are made. There's a piano in the center of the house, and it is t..
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Alone. All alone.There was nothing to keep her company, not even the stars. They had dropped from the skies long ago, and only she was left behind to ..
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Where there was once tremors; where happiness could not last; The shadows have passed! The shadows have passed! All because we prevail at last.
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You may think it makes you strong, but it only makes you weak; you might try and try forever more, but you shan't find what you seek.
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Whereupon wisdom is lit -
There on a hill the owlery sits;
In it they perch, as far as can see
Busier and busier than busy trees.
Book..
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Softly; lightly; we are entering the land of the final promises, where love is declared under a serenade of movement; the land where we rule as King a..
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A million butterflies flit around, flecked with gold; a million dreams and wishes, fluttering untold.
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Oh -- I have seen the world--And the world has seen me--I have shown it my foot--But it only embraced me;I tried to hole through the earth--But I only..
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