Theory in a remark Scented with the oils of the land Sweeter harboring, and joy to defend an ark Of whispers and integrity seen, as a doll to hands
Many eyes to confirm... The tow of simplicity in a wishes run To silence and back, the promise we earn Kindred of a fancy and the cares of seasons that come
My dolly is a reason to dance The done and the order of some, to rally a poise On the cheek of also, and its smiles reliance Will become a seem and a heroic demand, for my choices
Your dolly is a question to God Necessity with a coping air, the told and the risks of virtue Is the presence of the lime light we foretold, by limit or nod In a creation of vice, so profound a lip, that it doesn't do?
Our dolly is an angel, with time on their hands A quiet jest to tell the future, in a callous way, our conscience Is in the hands of a climate to love, a requited land That kept our liberty's help, like the thought of a day to come to an end?
Who won the race? Long time no see and the count of hope at the winner's circle A gift of unity to quench a personality's thirst, or the good idea of friends to last Has a special time been, the church of need forth sense in heed, a friend even will?