Trump’s missed opportunity

The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face
Riotous laughing bacchanals filld with joy!
Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones
My land is to me
Proud and passionate citymettlesome, mad, extravagant city!
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me
I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers
Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born
Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the

Done, but that will never be,
O setting sun! though the time has come
Parting trackd by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan
Pyrotechny, letting off colord fireworks at night, fancy figures and jets;
Of the envelopment of all by them, and the effusion of all from them
Thou Union holding all, fusing, absorbing, tolerating all
Never again return
I go to all the places one after another, and then row back to the shore
To Thee Old Cause
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every

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