Mayest thou a figure of a deep conscience
Then in my ocean tripping up to eyes?
I so far was examined by your sick body
Since in each promise you showing lies
Give me a soul never smoked away
On each trail would calm and stay
Thou a figure can be never consulted
As a wind rustled day by day
Flicker on my window stop not nerving
Ho! The march would give me stepless moving
Thus as salty water becomes diminished
Once the water flows or for back running
A pair of wing was cut how to fly?
Roads are rugged to show further high
Between two things, which one is the confident?
That our crescent perhaps would lovely shy
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