There I gazed longing tirelessly,
Wondering inquisitively by the edge
Of my contemporary region, earth.
How supremely I could get to fiercely
Send the thorns on my flesh to the
Bosom of fire consuming without end,
Length of days, years gone with none smiles.
Those waving spectra gushed my vision blurred,
Hastened not more but static crowned my legs stay.
How dare the mystic song of triumphing victory led Me crow mutely, helplessly like a baby bird,
I fought in dreadful banquet of life's mystery streets.
Ah! wonder's cloud behold my new regime,
Where clouding sky sings with me; goodbye thorn on my flesh! ! .
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