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Were patched and patched again, through prayer And children's care. Cloistered, Seasons Seasoned Turning shades

As ancient masters From their graves

Of parchment Spoke to me.

To me.

To me, alone.

"Gavin,", In whispers, At vespers,

"Ancient princes felled and gone

Caches of sashes to ashes, thrown Empty toils on sterile soils - Sum of nothing, Currents of glory, Abridged. Haughty sway, To clapping hands, Acclaim - Alleged, But rather