Time flies like a falcon, though,
My soul aspires more
Some sick roses and a damp heart,
Yet unbarrelled, to explore.
O blindness!
Squeeze my voluptuous sights
With all your stress
If my frailties beget in daylights
Let your hands sit not idle
To wrap my soul with darkness.
Time flies like a falcon, though,
My soul aspires more
Some warms to uproot from roses
And a damp heart to explore.
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