Before I taste death,
pour heap blood on the sofa.
Snap this day once again.
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I have ended voice vows as the parson live
I have uttered words bank which the peasant give
Till the moon pale search sachet grieve
I will bleed of the ink of my Teach
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Sun stand still
and listen to me.
Seven trumpets of seven shout, stones decrease
Hand shut heaven, new heaven receive.
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One more time buy goodnight to my heart.
cos that kind will force you
kick your hat.
My hand for skull.
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I am an all-time exit of a session,
I am on larch.
I fend through the tares to see the oracle,
am not a round-about lord
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It was a green world
like the field of the wheat.
Three ladies took a walk
in the hot morning after the grass remained dry without dews.
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Who can decorate the sun?
Who can put a smile round her heart?
Who is so cool to smile with her?
At night I look out my window
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My immediate appeal
howls in this single sheet.
Of most like poem.
Appreciation, not a farewell,
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Light of angel logo, my face thon behold,
fashioned mixture of wine
thy new-old age of thine.
Rumble of thy wing nail, portioned my
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