Wittiness
goons,that gropes boisterious,A dirge,too cankerous to sing,distant
waves,when merriment wallows,knits the isle of man,frivolous
feets,trivialising whose mnemonics tardier gruels, enigma belching
subtlety,futurologists and futurity wails,fallen heels,fallen eyes in fallen
lands ,interred beneath soaring hills. Wail,that the horror eyes of the owl
of the owl canst not decipher,the unknown hills,sapien's greatest dirge,is
ambiguous,an eternity far away,a dirge too many and he by byzanthine,dent
simply be known 
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