I glanced at the wonders of the night
Like women and men of the world.
I drove my mallet into the ground,
Wounding the soil with the sky tonight.
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Our burning heads corrode the flesh of our windows,
This glass inside stings the inner heart and royal men
Enter the coppice, so strange a dented landing.
These royal hearts exit, for the welcoming commanders,
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You do not have to be special,
Clean blue air of the day seems relevant,
But the small hands are a staring start,
Deep stresses will overcome us always.
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To your imagination a sky will bloom,
Worlds collide, as a call is made to
Instigate the twins who roam the earthy ground.
Clay is their element of construction,
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Power within shall win in the end as it is shallower
Than the powers that be, winning is the ultimate deed.
The arm wields a word of the same, a language of heaven,
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The men of the beings are greater than snow,
That falls onwards and outwards like the blizzards.
Throughout centuries, the history of men and
The gaze upon the stars foreshadowed oblivion.
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The rate of the opinions was great so then
There was peace, along the borders and shires,
Speaking non-usable jargon, feeding worthless foods.
This food opened into the world with dairy milk
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The woman was a monochrome landscape,
She was right outside for the sitting layers,
Another summer had begun to reply to the ears,
As more statues became offenders and defenders.
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As you wish you spring into view for the heavens
To display a reality of the entire sphere or globe.
In the beautiful opinions of hurt a muttered man
Is stung by tongues that brothers have ordered.
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I thought, and I thought the moves ahead,
Spoiling surprises for my mind in turmoil,
Then my face winced like the cool energy
Of a winter day in union with the role of the soul.
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