She planted herself at the shore,
And antics of hand lashes, with,
Water, that cushioned underneath,
world of wants and more.
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Countenance, when i consider,
The mirage, as i dropped over summit,
The fore brain of all the fever,
And lemons, my works well knit.
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'O thy heart, cry to the Heavens,
' Time has gone, to itch thy chamber'
Longings, surrender, to amber,
My friends are my Mavens.'
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“O Ye, did ye recognize me!
That we dwell on the same,
Boat that carries us indefinitely
To the truth.
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I past natures, the scenting woods,
Roaring numbers my love fonds,
And arted the air of natures bonds,
Played the incense of childhoods.
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Head, Tail or Tail, Head
The chances of being are still
Do the perceptions fill,
Still the trials are well said!
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Why they ask me, dear!
Palpitation, did it stop?
And converging to the droppings, tear
Giving precipitation, did it stop?
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' O ye, the walls of my room
And the place of my love,
Sing to me the ultimate love,
And the love of bound airs.
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O, ye what craze you did to me,
I don’t belong, you see,
My fancy prayed her, 'O Pixy'!
I saw but, her plait, a golden bee.
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Once I heard them saying,
'Oh see, a never do well! ”
Plainly they told about me
'See what he is praying'!
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