They sat their hardest stares at the memory
Of a man divulging in the converging stream;
Their philosophy was soft to the touch of danger,
Tests harder than those dendrons of the higher start.
Days were within the centuries offered to majesties,
Kings solved their problematic themes thinking ahead.
They thunk and thunk in thousands of tones,
Thoughts destroyed their kinsmen, as the men
Who married other people sinned forever.
They sat their hardest stares tonight in relief,
Thoughts descended upon the healing heart;
One heart is appearing to the majesty.
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