The life art
As two eyes above hanged in one's way
Keeping aside not to glimmering one day
I so far keep my emotion of those blonds
To see my heart captured fetching stay
I can't reckon on eyes being smart
While in deep piercing a smoothable part
This way is often trodden by softy legs
And it is since ancient years the life art
Can't you promise giving me a new soul?
Then I into pleasure hear my solo fall
Come and drink up until you satisfy
I am not your beverage as a given dole
Tread upon my grave near that wooded lake
And give your cattle the way a time you awake
That huts you passed are my letters of proof
And any Holy word it may on opposite shake.
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