No wait such fate unto me
I canto see Venus is
heart soul of mars
...
For lack of comprehension
misrepresentation
unable to understand
simplistic voice so
...
Upon the shore
I wish to walk
much time since
last talk with waves
...
Cloud filled day we gaze
some times in raptured
we stare minutes maybe
an hour goes by our heads
...
The pot the flower we grew
within we recognize
not in time this pot
still is there for all to see
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The pot the flower we grew
within we recognize
not in time this pot
still is there for all to see
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If ever you could
I think you did
know the pain hurt
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Lofty over mountain tops
eagle perches high atop
mighty are it's eyes
to see for miles
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