Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; good girls gave in; geography was hard on friendship, Sire; marriages lashed & languished, anguished; dearth of group and what else had been; the splendour & the lose grew all the same, Sire. His heart stiffened, and he failed to smile, catching (enfit) on. The law: we must, owing to chiefly shame lacing our pride, down what we did. A mile, a mile to Avalon. Stuffy & lazy, shaky, making roar overseas presses, he quit wondering: the mystery is full. Sire, damp me down. Me feudal O, me yore (male Muse) serf, if anyfing; which rank I pull.
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