Prologus

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Hwm...

Doyſt y^e kno whot I woold lykke to do? I woold lykke to iuſt ſett whythe y^e in a roome ſwmwher and ſhar in a qwiett moment of yow^r tyme —

Auhgh.

Hauw ſyllie of mea, no...

I woold loffe to by whythe thee in ſpryngetyme bij they ſhoore of a myſtie ponde, ſettynge on a logge as a qwere of crikkets and frogges perfoorms howr ſunryſſe cerimonie, wachynge a loone yownder beckonynge ytts mate throgh they cotonnie wiſſps, as the aull drifft ſilauntly ower they mirrooryd landſcaype. I woold loffe to iuſt ſett thar whythe thee vntell they forſt raye of daune breks ſodenlie throgh on they horyſſon, alytteynge vpponne thy faic oonlie to reuyle they twylytte that remaynes forewyr a-twynkellynge in thyne yees, betrayynge thy wondrouſe ſecrett ſo ſoblyme.

❧ I thynke they Goods woold thenne ſewyrly lok from they Heuyns vpponne thee and confeſs they diuoynitie of thy Sawle, declerynge thy Spirite moare buityfoll then ſhee of Troi, for home nowth a mire Aggamemnon woold the commaund to launch a thouſant ſheppes, bwt for thee, My Frende, woold the ſummon hidder a diſtaunt ſterre, to beqwithe ane eternall raynbowe vnto thy worlld, to biſtow ioy and hoope vpponne thy dririeſt daye, and by a guyde for mea, forewyr retornynge mea to thee in thes lyfe, and euere lyfetyme to cwm.

❧ I woold loffe to iuſt ſett thar whythe thee, houlde thyne hande in myn and lyſtyn to they worlld iuſt byin arount ws, iuſt as whe er... iuſt ſett thar...

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	Pſymon ☙ Love ❧ Epiſtyll to ane Imagenarie Frende Prologus Hwm... Doyſt y^e kno whot I woold lykke to do? I woold lykke to iuſt ſett whythe y^e in a roome ſwmwher and ſhar in a qwiett moment of yow^r tyme — Auhgh. Hauw ſyllie of mea, no... I woold loffe to by whythe thee in ſpryngetyme bij they ſhoore of a myſtie ponde, ſettynge on a logge as a qwere of crikkets and frogges perfoorms howr ſunryſſe cerimonie, wachynge a loone yownder beckonynge ytts mate throgh they cotonnie wiſſps, as the aull drifft ſilauntly ower they mirrooryd landſcaype. I woold loffe to iuſt ſett thar whythe thee vntell they forſt raye of daune breks ſodenlie throgh on they horyſſon, alytteynge vpponne thy faic oonlie to reuyle they twylytte that remaynes forewyr a-twynkellynge in thyne yees, betrayynge thy wondrouſe ſecrett ſo ſoblyme. ❧ I thynke they Goods woold thenne ſewyrly lok from they Heuyns vpponne thee and confeſs they diuoynitie of thy Sawle, declerynge thy Spirite moare buityfoll then ſhee of Troi, for home nowth a mire Aggamemnon woold the commaund to launch a thouſant ſheppes, bwt for thee, My Frende, woold the ſummon hidder a diſtaunt ſterre, to beqwithe ane eternall raynbowe vnto thy worlld, to biſtow ioy and hoope vpponne thy dririeſt daye, and by a guyde for mea, forewyr retornynge mea to thee in thes lyfe, and euere lyfetyme to cwm. ❧ I woold loffe to iuſt ſett thar whythe thee, houlde thyne hande in myn and lyſtyn to they worlld iuſt byin arount ws, iuſt as whe er... iuſt ſett thar... ✾ ☜ ☝ ☞ Prologus Parte Oan Parte Two Parte Thry Parte Fower Epilogus ✾
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