These tears shed disobediently and forensically, shallowed bent...
Were Thy pure evil and diabolically sent?
Like the greatest rapids or falls to fall
So Expedite, far away the squall.
Hay makers won too Three
Loveliest days beneath this tree.
Shall stay language d, away and adrift
To fondest memories odoriferous Thy script.
Etched yet furthest deep
Languidly solid and paralyzed in unconscious sleep
For no more no more be welcomed unsought after tears
Until at long last, begone the Dawn's angriest fears
since many many years.
To reappear
Dearest heart
So near, to leer.
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