Do you share,
A sliced berry,
Did I brought…
That thing unkind?
Do you make,
An easy chance?
Nor a path,
Without and ethos,
A strong pile,
Of sweet pommels,
So, let’s wait,
Tomorrow a sunrise…
Will knock our door,
All the windows will be open,
And the sorrows nevermore;
And God will aid with thy bless,
The Goddess surely extent her arms…
To embrace with charm, our blinded faith.
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