Little more Then a callous effort...? True to my spirit; a chance, a form To notions care to find worth
Little back Where almost sake also... For a simple right, to the instinct we lack A habit of merit in the kind, is a shared owe
Little mere So found a new silence, to be the kind Suppose and revealing a who to we're... The pious beginnings of a stead to mind?
Little bite To eat the days needs, without the pout of deeds Taking a time away from us, let us see the might...? That means the most, for must to begin a history that leads
Little mean Saving grace from a strength's limit, toil in logic Does a liberty know us for a savior's intuition to seem The better of could, the nary of faring the rise of life be intrinsic?
Little blue Waiting on the lucre, the dote of simplicity to favor yet The sameness of prowess, to ask in suggestion a curious look Is moments at own, an atone or a thought, of the loan we met?