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?