Day Fourteen
Hallo my sweet Roseberry Topping;
Permit me to gain elevation.
Then on my attaining your summit,
Admit me no fair means of stopping;
Award a descending rotation.
I possess not a wish to refrain so
Permit me to willingly plummet;
Accord me the end of a rainbow.
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