Blood that blot
But the sweat never speak
Thorn may hurt
But the whisper holds its ache
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Await the metaphors in solitude
There it project as dreams
All the paves filled its rays
That embarked the system unknown
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Now darkness is profound here
There may be sun shining with full verve
But the air decompose never this time
Tree near my yard distil that to suite you
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A lazy breeze seek its way
Above the city saw green lines
That caught the eyes in solitude
Far ahead a lovely castle
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I am the senior of my land
He murmur with a sigh
I need to walk myself
My vision that I urge
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Love is a fool always
That ties the heats with hope
There hope protracts itself
And Stress love with full verve
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Its end is eternal
Trenches are unseen
Pacific is its mistiness
Hides the mantle in its swathe
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It's muddy around
Slip sure at this conquest
Rain inverse makes it splendid
A fine paste of mud and water
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Being In a pensive mood
I stretched my eyes to the pond side
On that long array I wide my eyes in wonder
It's a hue of lotuses
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That summer was so fanatic
Lane the strokes all around
In that futile waves a stoop arise
Holy sprout from some side
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