As sweet as sugar!
As lovely as your muse;
As sweet as sugar!
As lonely as your sheep;
But a Pastor died in a pulpit in the land of your muse!
However, who can you trust when, there's no one to trust?
Trust, lust, must, just, gust, rust, dust, crust;
And like the small window in your house!
But, you don't need signs to believe in who i am;
Because, my works are now presented to you.
To you,
From me,
To them,
With you,
From me,
With them,
But, ina severe situation to serve them with your love!
And like the love of your dove in the land of beauty.
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