Between the vale of my eyes, hides a truth - Do you only believe, what is to be prescribed as see - My touch blinds to what i feel, so my envelope is cracked with love as a seal - I do not hate for you to seek an eight, i am no date for you to feel great - I live in my world with a number ten, my days are worded, with the clouds painted with heavens sevens - Sometimes never approach what was poached, you will never fairy the princess which fakes in her coach - If the rain harvest no pain, i have to stay sane for the impact to insane - i loose to ever for
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