How could you see an exquisite beauty through those eyes?
For those are wild roses red
For those are fire that rages
For those are blood that's spilled
-Assuredly, I could not
For the beauty, mi señor, is my ruby eyes itself
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James Joyce I Write Like. Analyze your writing!
I don't know this Joyce well, I haven't read any of his books yet. But the site keeps telling me that I write like him. Or at least my latest postings do.
Pale is June
Paler than the moon Still sickeningly beautiful Was the full moon of June Made a lady longs for old ballads Made a lady longs for the good listener Little prayers, winds of the nights Nay, blue moon isn't here yet Had those longings were blown away Everything wouldn't have been this beautiful |
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