A Reposit Glory in Prose

In the nightshade of my glory, I find, I miss the reposit glory of my honor upon the slave of my morning mist. In the glory of the sun, I find, I miss the morning dew upon the bee drip of honey upon the blue of the mountain sky. It is upon the lips of the Beloved that I find, I miss, the reposit sunshine upon the glory of the truth of wisdom. In it's belief that all men are created equal, I find I miss, the morning mist upon the sunshine of my mind. It is in the morning mist, that I find the morning dew upon the glory of the mind in a way that delineates the mist upon my sunshine. Upon the hilltops and valleys of the morning mist, I find, I miss, the morning sun upon the nightshade of the morning fields. In the valleys and caress of the morning sea, I find I miss, the morning mist upon the sunshine of my visage.
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