Before me is a sum
and the mathematics is on my shoulder.
Minus, minus, plus, minus, minus, plus
is the formulae.
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Olympus.
Mountain of Greece.
Fountain of food where the gods feeds.
And climbing so tough as peace.
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She's from Istanbul.
She a goddess of a god.
She holds her little god
when the rain runs.
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Paddle runs to the waterfront
and Water returns to the paddle.
But strength loosed, strengthened on.
crays, shells, shells, crays.
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When I felt a sky conjured brightness in my
cave mind,
it was like a mid-winter night dream. But-
I see out of the most high, the highest
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I do not say Christmas is sin
when it is no sin.
But I say Christmas is sin
because it is sin and no sin.
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In the name of the accuser,
let my enemies dir by fire.
Let my foes perish with the storm
for their children to eat of remaining death.
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My trail is in the wind
because I am lighter than a feather.
I can fly for I am free
though the sky is not my weather.
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I never knew how the communication works
It's just like several waves work together
to make me suffer.
But am sustained in a way.
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My eyes are caught in a wilderness of faith.
The stones are nowhere to be found.
In this place,
there is a division in the ground.
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