Ship carries the golden trials
We are the children of sullen days
Avoid the milieu of self importance
Red velvet chairs like gin bricks
Scotch poets dying in envy
Dragons awaken frothing in lust
Compose the rhetoric of spring
She remembers I have a heart
Replace the broken ornaments
Praise the circles of vernal wisdom
Love binds us forever
Here comes the marching sun
All the stuttering barriers gone
Pure light unmitigated without excuses
Face yourself without pretense
Courtesan silk of English barristers
We are in the court of forgiveness
All were meant to defend the flame
Hear the call? Like the edge of life
Adventures are over yet beginning
Time has become a lofty season
From the east and west they wrestle
From the south and north they come
Children of Gods love know the times
The voice of heaven gathers his own
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