My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the Tide! An unfrequented road— Yet have all roads A clearing at the end— Some have resigned the Loom— Some in the busy tomb Find quaint employ— Some with new—stately feet— Pass royal through the gate— Flinging the problem back At you and I!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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