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. The heat of you, Bairn in my hands, I am strung with you, My song sings out ever To one unbridled listener, A lad as wild as gusty seas And I keen on tighten strings, Casted about thee, four winds And am latched with old moon, My tunes are loudy, unheard of, Sadder than empty airs in hollow Bars, bereft of any joy dancers. Like you I have known love, In gentle touches that swoon And take flight up dizzy reels, I hold you, like fresh newborn, Child of melody an sleepy dove, But still, in swells of driest fears, Unlike you, body of live, heart Wood, colour of striped tiger, Regal structure, unchained, Aged about languid truths, My fingers unleash you, Yet they lock, in frieze, Captive, painting nil Dreams of brood.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
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. The heat of you, Bairn in my hands, I am strung with you, My song sings out ever To one unbridled listener, A lad as wild as gusty seas And I keen on tighten strings, Casted about thee, four winds And am latched with old moon, My tunes are loudy, unheard of, Sadder than empty airs in hollow Bars, bereft of any joy dancers. Like you I have known love, In gentle touches that swoon And take flight up dizzy reels, I hold you, like fresh newborn, Child of melody an sleepy dove, But still, in swells of driest fears, Unlike you, body of live, heart Wood, colour of striped tiger, Regal structure, unchained, Aged about languid truths, My fingers unleash you, Yet they lock, in frieze, Captive, painting nil Dreams of brood.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
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