To scrape the ground believes in my one soul,
Fatigue and vision saw the real rocks now,
Toys spring entirely, forcing somehow,
My stones exert and exhaust me to coal.
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My anger rests tonight forming,
Of west and east the buds do grow,
I crazily ride from the aching.
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On its breast was another rock,
Scattered and tumbled, tugging and watching,
Telling itself a story of the upper region,
At that moment a rock cared for another.
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From his horse he has had a vision,
A diverted interruption, we used to say.
No suffering there, their pain is rules,
Ones to explain to the masses.
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Peace had come, to arouse feelings with emotions,
Gathering a desperate courage was ideal for peace.
He observed the sails flapped more sensibly with clothes,
By the intensity of the weather of the tempest, a system.
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Suddenly the force of an abyss entails a tale,
This story invites new pain, a whole life.
One making this stretch of the blue
Must sing with fusions and masterwork.
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Sometimes thought could say nothing,
Smell of burning arrived, fully in action.
Then she thought of a saying to pleasure,
Letting flowers fall, feeling nobody but shaking.
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The time of my end approaches
As the words of my soul have unleashed
Their meaningful worries and delights
For everybody in this living age.
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Among the many acute sayings of my heart
The hardest heads have combined to produce them;
Ridiculous sayings are polite, well-looking
And blind for the worlds and the lords of adventure.
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When I came down I saw him approaching,
Then the walk distinctly appeared like walking,
Talking and walking mastered themselves.
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