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The Omnious Bells

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Already the air is scent with wintry breath;
The omnious signs rise evocative with time,
Claiming worth in nature`s beauty tainted
And the chill breezes solemnly in rageful haste.
Beauty and sophistry be in a mocking run;
Each employ another in frivolity best,
Making humour in deluge in their perfect heaven:
Like the passed summer their joy will taint.
Ah!Hell hath no fury like a subdued scorn
Of summer;like a weeping child in a deep cry,
Clings the lost glory of the orchestrator
Panting to an end slowly with every shutting day.
    Come Autumn the season of romance,
    Make youth employ reason and sense.

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I always salute your skill

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Thanks for the support I highly appreciate it.

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