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Cast about the _______ and ____________,
Bundled up__________ tie knots then _______
_______sweeping trails through____________
Hours of quiet__________ for every________
Left alone in a _________ of ______________
With no____________and only one_________
___________ of ______ melancholy long ____
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Cast about the snither and the snogs
Bundled up slunders tie knots then goorahg.
Furbiles, sweeping trails through lamoons
Hours of quiet snimmiring for every shagoon
Left alone in a queft of turvitude
With no ramfiggle and only one schtood
Terrifince of melisey melancholy long amood.
 
Cast about the sea and spit out,
Bundled up mates tie knots then pout.
Winds sweeping trails through the ocean,
Hours of quiet memories for every notion.
Left alone in a ship of despair,
With no one on-board and only one beer.
Feelings of soft melancholy ,long underwear.

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Cast about the deck and passageways,
Bundled up repressed tie knots then express
winds sweeping trails through sails
Hours of quiet doldrums for every lonely soul
Left alone in an ocean of isolation
With no orders and only one muse
Sea of solitudes melancholy long is the time
that leads to surer shores
_____________________________________
 
Cast about the uncertainty and despair,
Bundled up inside you and tie knots then to a pair
Unhappiness sweeping trails through your brain.
Hours of quiet solitude for every new encounter,
Left alone in a world of people!
With no idea and only one wish:
Longing to see one of my dear friends to help me
Push melancholy long and painful trail far away!
 
Cast about the swords and glory,
Bundled up knights tie knots then cloth
Horses sweeping trails through blackened snow
Hours of quiet plague him for every man he killed
Left alone in a cage of stone
With no dreams and only one memory
Women of villages and melancholy long faces
His duty drowns him with the poison of guilt
 
Cast about the rhyme and rhythm,
Bundled up phrases, tie knots then contemplate.
Start your sweeping trails through 'isms.
Hours of quiet echoes for every mistake.

Left alone in a search of message
With no clue and only one brain
Submission of your melancholy long vestige
With hopes your labors will entertain.
 
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