endwords of Shaxp iv.

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Wanton furtherance, what comes next to spend
up. Injurious ort! My legacy
or lone and level sands will purchase lend
barely, a black swan of trespass free
and prone to ev'ry sort of dusk abuse.
Umbrellawise doorway down, and shaky give,
still i wage like subprime nimbus, use
anhungry; tell my army of skanks to live
without even my censure. Egyptian alone
hours may well succeed, our maze deceive
into tarrying--sweet consolation gone--
under slowly remembered rain. When throngs believe [leave]
and the shades are gathering fast, and song's unworthy [thee]
in my skull a cave, such talon rapture won't be.
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