There are so many issues unsettled
So the desires few parallel in frolick life
Where rays uneven from haven dances
Upon the fingers head for the chronic lips.
Countdown of tarot beats from heart suspension
To narrow the gulf of thirsty stream before the winter
Stumble upon the rocks benign partly undressed
Around the sweet corner of stunning imagining,
Flying hairs unravel the sharp aptitudes of mowing down
All the grasses grown feeble under the autumn cares.
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