here is a kiss upon the brow! shot it well!, shot your arrow! in a motion that goes very slow captive to time and the flow here in parting from you now, so I won't grief on my sorrow thus much let me avow about the loss inside my troy
days by days creeping like snail a man stuck on his satchel fail very naive and quick in quarrel she used that to rise the bill as a shade had veiled the pole throught trust to make of me a fool a piece of tear to catch my whole with soft cries deceitful wiles
nothing wrong to catch the deem my reality was a stupid dream yet the dream flew as it seem Yet the hope has his own beam But a dream within a dream! such duplaction to redeem I hear the bright bee hum a zero to zero as a meme
scratched holes withing a roar tormented pain settles the score so i gave it my own as a shore here she swims on a slipped floor where I offered to hold my hand in a world of a golden sand wipe the sweep to the deep, yet how she crawled creep weep and fill the sea then weep when it's done I will fall asleep