O' commeth to my heart in the township
of San Francisco.
In leadth merry ways of the Lord.
Bringing home of The place Terra Australis
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in the midst of the summer dawn
lays a beautul lock of lawn,
sprinkling through the simmering sky
watching with an easy eye.
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of all things that bring hope of dawn
to live near a place called lorne,
the smiling face of its natural breeze.
to be reasured with ease.
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In awe of natues beauty
I lay upon the water of the sun.
to soak my mind over matter
as time moves on.
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A time of place through out thine trees
to lament the mind of the free,
in the hunt of natures gift.
A true lover in the midst.
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cause the blakness of space i see
with fire, of my true natural desires.
success withering of the midnight sun.
to help my moonlit run.
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will thy lost for words
as i will taketh to the moon
and to write so high so real soon.
As i wait for another breath
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What is fate? is it controlled
or a disiplined Art,
Is it freedom or some moral spark.
can it be ansewed
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As i lay upon thy blanket.
The blanket of Depair i wonder why
i never have been anywhere.
The moon, star, sky and me
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in the midst of the blue waters of fate
lies an ambimblical cord of taste.
through the locks of time.
is a water of true divine,
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