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Random poems from http://thinkzone.wlonk.com/PoemGen/PoemGen.htm Rise calmly like a dead sea.

The stormy cloud calmly desires the cloud. Moons sail like cold ships. All suns abandon clear, rough stars. All clouds fight dead, misty seas. Suns rise! Ah, desolation! Why does the ship travel? Ships die like fogtorn seas. Pity is a misty moon. Suns grow like old mainlands. Where is the stormy sun? The moon dies like a rough sea. Pity is a rainy cloud. Pain, death, and desolation. Seas travel like old stars. Why does the moon die?

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