Aeronaut, you`re fairly caught, Despite your bubble`s leaven: Out of the skies a lady`s eyes Have brought you down to Heaven! No more, no more you`ll freely soar Above the grass and gravel: Henceforth you`ll walk—and she will chalk The line that you`re to travel!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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