Random Poem
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Upon my lap my sovereign sits
Who will in fairest book of nature know
When the grey lake-water rushes
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Sooner or later, in some future date,
To wed, or not to wed, that is the question,
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,