A cloud in circle

I wish you a depressive christmas... and suicidal new year

A cloud in circle
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine 'hem apart.

Of marrow, do na mell I am Morelle -
The bosom'd Titivil travail me a fáin,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppea, do what thou wilt.

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