If today hadn't cooked the brain,
He'd risen like neurones,
In the way they do.
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If suns and stars sat nearby,
I'd run away and starve my head;
For heat is a mild feeling
Now that ice has melted away.
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To make this news will cheer me up tonight,
But where do doves despair when caught alight?
There is no chance in this to reunite,
As far as eyes can tell to be polite.
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Saw him in half, like a frog and snail,
Running with passion and living underwater.
My buds attach to the clarity and potion
Of this barren odorous bog of congealed
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How does passion ignite the days
Of the year, and flowers of the rain?
My offering to some is a fellowship,
Into many days of the year, that are rays.
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Between me and you exists a barrier,
A wall between you and me;
I test you for prime evils,
Your logical premisses dictate the time.
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But bites of gorgeous work
Are stupendous as flight and duty.
How can service be kept for the brave?
Armies relax to fight one more day,
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Desire shall be lust soon,
While the passion surrounds us.
Hoots and howls corrode my hearing
And eyes falter, to see nothing.
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Tonight the real clues approach the detective,
Angry images of a god parade the temple,
Forces are at work eventually.
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Towards the end of time,
My slaughter worked to unite
The peaceful nations.
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