Ocean of steps, a talk has the sun taken
One, two counting to the tall sketch is made
On such slab, red heart slate they clunch on the mirror
They go, a talk of her steps echo o'yee
The mother of my seeds draws near
To the mercy seat, closer and closer she comes
To fit in the cup of double crown sets
Glancing and pounding into eyes of the king
Steps, a tall of her steps, one two, together we went
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