I'll Find Away…
Chard images, justify I was someone
Stardust in an urn not only bones to you.
With no more; grey sells to spell-cast
A word oh let me sojourn,
I shall not be spent, if you leave me.
I shall at once again be upturned
I'll find a form that holds a choirs chorus…
I'll find away, some way, back…
As if, no time had ever elapsed
Too sing to you only.
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