Have honey in my saliva, Words in my lips Sensible of exploiting these words in my brain
Hadst bow and arrow that draw on to lob my words, brawny carcass that mirroring my eyes light-rain
Hadst two legs that take me anywhere; I'm sparkling like t1he moon in the middle of the darkling night,
I'm afraid! My flesh tissue will burn in a thousand fire if I didn't use these gift negatively morrow night
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