kingly spirit bear. Not the stalemate of
yesteryear's when you foam, beaming
head, and dying persist, but the smell
or like dust, as rain descending.Broken
clouds empty quite a load, the earth's
chamber wale,and I song.
Ha ah my love, bring the roses, the wine,
mushrooms cruses, only fools will reject.
There is this mist of innocence blest; reaches
the cliff of the soul.Poke my veins, pitched
it because I need to be immerse for this
smell of the season will last only for a while.
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