Broken up! !
The skies distilled the dew;
Hew,
Grew,
Drew,
Few,
Like your stew!
With the muse of life.
Still with your love till the end,
Hill, skill, mill, drill, fill, will!
Not with the pill;
Not to kill your neighbour,
Distill your mind with the truth.
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