When you have finished this scarce show
I will scare you into a closure of sins;
Bring me another action of your selling,
Law and scans of the varieties are solidly
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He was removed from the area and idea,
Revolving around a bee that buzzes by;
Itself knew the deathly shallows of speech
As the wording of the cold blade seemed justice.
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I start talking once you will say four summers
Are your dressage, the way you address me with solitude.
We are married when mothers are you and your soul
That blindly makes fifty years of your whole hat.
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In countries of your imagination is a charity,
Positive help is a comedy of sins and drives;
Most of much is prattled on the living sphere
Called the energetic world we live in.
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Like that bad lady making rolling eyes
I stay even clear of snarling generals
And the clinic staff, who lumber by with yellow
Teeth that smell of old clothes.
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Described by the mothers are the artists,
Their children also show fodder of love.
The minds are followed by the gorgeous acting
That they solely and durably bestow on you.
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This I express to usual times,
A sense of justice has chimes,
No crimes, nor devils of hardness,
Just innocent helpers and neatness.
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I laugh on buildings that creep,
They creep up on hills that weep.
I fail to see sights that are so wild,
For the houses are not mansions nor child.
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Those cowards are bright and joyous about life,
What living is agreed upon by the brave and afterlife?
These computers bespeak higher virtues than an imagination
With a hold on hell and devastating with an abbreviation.
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Faith may change and alter if man lets it,
Your religion needs you, where ever you are,
Its range calculated the actions of the heart,
Of the soul there is no equal other than faith.
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