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//When you know Art, even Pain become Bliss//

//When you know Art, even Pain become  Bliss//



Thy neither bald nor gleaming lurk of light
But of kind higher spike of Godly shine 
Thy neither Witt nor nothing, something of food
Gleam more and more, the dullness soul

Wilt sharpen ears of thy, for all of purest beings 




(Ponam at caption) Oh poesy faild all to mend thy only one,
Devote tis walls of cleaved breathing song
To thy, It singest peril echos thance
The deathly mouths of questing life's to breath

_None is hither there to mel'dy catch 
No artful gleaming beats nor witty balds
All busy steps rat running for the paper world
//When you know Art, even Pain become  Bliss//



Thy neither bald nor gleaming lurk of light
But of kind higher spike of Godly shine 
Thy neither Witt nor nothing, something of food
Gleam more and more, the dullness soul

Wilt sharpen ears of thy, for all of purest beings 




(Ponam at caption) Oh poesy faild all to mend thy only one,
Devote tis walls of cleaved breathing song
To thy, It singest peril echos thance
The deathly mouths of questing life's to breath

_None is hither there to mel'dy catch 
No artful gleaming beats nor witty balds
All busy steps rat running for the paper world