Promise and see the word,
That holds us in your arms,
Stand blue talk amiss foul style my friend....
How does love appear to hold us,
Close to the reel of your living guards?
Go amiss and glee the herd,
That folds us in roar charms,
Can't you walk this as your mile my friend..?
Now cross dear dove to bold us,
Pose true the meal of our giving hearts.
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