In my mind the inner light is blessed,
Acts fly past for all to the breast,
Letting colours work for the better,
Finding strangeness as a begetter,
Wanting more from delivery addressed.
The real answer to the question is the blood test,
A complete work has appeared to arrest,
The wonderful meaning of the debtor,
A meaning so primitive yet like a letter,
In my mind.
Something has been speaking the best,
The books so ancient are being to detest,
A new meaning came about like a sweater,
The cloth is new and certain as a getter,
In my mind.
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