There is a street along the shore of our life,
This leads to solitude and freedom.
I want to walk that path for that sight.
There is a street along the shore of life ...
The bacchanal abactor is back again,
To play his gamewith a beele;
Drives his hunt away to the unknown,
This cacogen is wild and rides like a claviform. ...
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