Repetition of the Blinking Eye of a Star Scene in the Nights Sky
What did man do before nineteen ninety-two when the remedy for woes was met
Facades of cries do not reach the sky of a woman
For she is gentle, kind and inviting; but a drunken man with ailment of the hand
Must eliminate the soot
Oh my distinguished foe; can you attempt to take away the tears of men who came before
For he-my most admired companion-did wash his cheek and proceed
To put his next step upon the floor
Shall you of due attention dry mine eyes
Or shall I with the most vigorous of endeavors fight to keep my pain alive
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