It emotes in such turbulence
That, reasons just betray
And yearns for justice from the words
Which leave a wanting say.
No coyness in that heart, still
The soul is never satisfied
As well efficacy of the eloquence
Shies in evasive ride.
Such feeling if was made
Must those words be made too
Conveyed in exactness and be full
Pretty to be heard and few.
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