I can't see whats not there right in front of my eyes, if its behind that big face of yours move so i can get high, what are you doing gazing so solem at me, i told you once already why can't that just be.
fore scores and bloody pores i sweat in sweet sorrow, its not whom you greet in the day but who does stay to be met in the morrow.
looking all around what isn't here, my love for you your love for the air, in despair i wrote poems of deadly cavern dashers, but now i merely long for a pure woman to chase after.
i had a dream that one day i would be, in a dream able to love as i please.
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