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Rome Isn’t Done

Afraid to know how might it last The fear accord to long And getting past- and often me A simple address aknown Faber shores- shores and distant pass The like of me at dawn And there was a river- to curfew this man Twenty thousand houses And a difficult yew For what is spent To fever my unstress To straddle waves And Victory home Amends, let us meet and make To the simple flower and truth- it lasts And the Sun in me to write Standing hill, against the source A fissure of these walls To St. Consume- who debts Cathedra And known to keep a way These signs for places- and in command If mercy were to Cannon And simple respect in effigy To Scotland and The Hague With Princes’ respect- And best re-do Communion is in, to carry And laying tone for forest days The high skill of the Sun For previous Orient- of the knockings A set of lungs and deep The while at run- for each review And stunning races sturdy A prose to pair, in such amount Digressing shirt but wicked To quote and watch This poor unpay And lodges firm unbled A graving train to stop Each year as one The fate of Words and fair To many leanings- A force for view To night unchange but see Of great Cross and one above The Heavens to another And Victory Rome A peace accord Of many wonders, years, rations To God the Father In simple time came But sudden Words in Christ To fortress bet And sitting odds And simple- Love one another And time invent The lights of captive speed- Alone, repair, also swap- and Heather be- to capeless Win and for In betterance here- the luck of mine- is poor amiss In Christ, will marry forth And in this make To Heaven as per steem In waiting number To close the hill For furied gate, go further And distance from, my high regret And better but for form To speak of God Be acquainted all A force to see the caption For cause and cure The consequence- of word- Words are under feet- Amaiming time- to chosen few A place and thought, and knew.