Tale of Mediaeval Musick
Note: The old Shakespearean English may cause confusion with modern English.
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The exquisite musick, dully echoes, as far to the "ears", in Apthe Forest.
D'livered music message, that of “love letter”, tendered hearts of insomniac, to the fullest.
Inland cavalero of Castilian, in his cage of decades, in custody, with musical knowledge, interpreted "Mit ganczem Willen", understood. That, our tongue known as "With All My Heart I Wish You", giving a mediaeval picture, of romantic condolement.
Within, wards are in convive, commoners' dishes, unconcious of most sounds. Yet, people of cages, fed on almost, clack-dishes.
D'livered music message, that of “love letter”, tendered hearts of insomniac, to the fullest.
Inland cavalero of Castilian, in his cage of decades, in custody, with musical knowledge, interpreted "Mit ganczem Willen", understood. That, our tongue known as "With All My Heart I Wish You", giving a mediaeval picture, of romantic condolement.
Within, wards are in convive, commoners' dishes, unconcious of most sounds. Yet, people of cages, fed on almost, clack-dishes.
Meantime outside, chucks as though performing a cinque pace, undisturbed, portraying that cavalero's beloved was singing chanson of Mit ganczem Willen, with high treble cliff.
Whilst in cage, nameless cavalero, having chewit, no cowish, carved his characters onto wall, of unheard lyrics, for posterity.
His beloved, has childing one decade ago. Their nine-yeared knave, awaits for common mediaeval clash. Though cavalero clings, clack-dishes remain untouched. He suffered to home poynt, of that circumstance, with cracker and undertaker. Cracker credited to generous, then to high ordinance, brought him into darkness, put him under a crare, for countless decades.
A crownet sounded afar, his time is nigh, to done to death, with his cock-and-pie delivered, inevitable hest, death succeed, with a fox of argentine, blood-boltered. Seen by his beloved's very eyes.
Death of cavalero, baffled his beloved. All haps were hented, including her barm, his later juvenal, was unheard since. With no noble, her life was eager, being harried, forced be a bona-roba, drab, harlot, hiren, of all brothels. She had her foison of drolleries from above.
Her eld, a recluse in dearn, virginalling her sullen Mit ganczem Willen, craving for her lethe. Lyrics of threne were lost, a song without words, remains until now, or maybe eterne...
Whilst in cage, nameless cavalero, having chewit, no cowish, carved his characters onto wall, of unheard lyrics, for posterity.
His beloved, has childing one decade ago. Their nine-yeared knave, awaits for common mediaeval clash. Though cavalero clings, clack-dishes remain untouched. He suffered to home poynt, of that circumstance, with cracker and undertaker. Cracker credited to generous, then to high ordinance, brought him into darkness, put him under a crare, for countless decades.
A crownet sounded afar, his time is nigh, to done to death, with his cock-and-pie delivered, inevitable hest, death succeed, with a fox of argentine, blood-boltered. Seen by his beloved's very eyes.
Death of cavalero, baffled his beloved. All haps were hented, including her barm, his later juvenal, was unheard since. With no noble, her life was eager, being harried, forced be a bona-roba, drab, harlot, hiren, of all brothels. She had her foison of drolleries from above.
Her eld, a recluse in dearn, virginalling her sullen Mit ganczem Willen, craving for her lethe. Lyrics of threne were lost, a song without words, remains until now, or maybe eterne...
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reetings, pilgrims of Purity, travelers of Afar, wanderers of Wise, vagabonds of Ireland, seekers of knowledge, worshipers of God. Assemble with the footsteps as moving along the rhythm in the March of Journalists. Welcome to the place of beyond thy imaginations. Out of the blue. Like blue northern lights stretch their rays of shiny feather out from the horizon to sky, neither gracefully nor hastily. Instead, it's suddenly, to the sky of becoming a sky dancer, be praised by the worshippers of North! Out of the blue, it beckons the theme of beyond imaginations. Be thou the traveler of Afar, or be thou the wanderer of Wise. Doesn't matter. "Open Sesame", open to thy heart, thee shall reveal thy heart to choose thy destiny. Without lost of direction through the confusion of mind, heart or soul. Begone! No such confusions, merely devils and demons falsify your truest heart of own as treasure trove. Follow thy heart, gladly choose the path of yours! May the Goddess have the light of hopes shine on thou, blog-to-blog traveler...
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