IT IS NOT. sweets?
A grim's tale I would further not resort to
Although the clearings amounting to disastrous skies
forever just and damning --
Some feebly hell strolled upon; waft they gentle pink cheeks
int his forsaken treachery.
Would not you take a breeze damn back?
In looming of a pursued adamant gold?
Withstanding its falling debris in my sack
as crippled, young but old?
Let me, as I perhaps still can--
bring you the rather brittle circus memory
my dear old sister to me she sent.
"Whether to fall with me, fall on earth or fall with them,
YOU
WILL FALL
ON YOU. "
Au revoir again.
Although the clearings amounting to disastrous skies
forever just and damning --
Some feebly hell strolled upon; waft they gentle pink cheeks
int his forsaken treachery.
Would not you take a breeze damn back?
In looming of a pursued adamant gold?
Withstanding its falling debris in my sack
as crippled, young but old?
Let me, as I perhaps still can--
bring you the rather brittle circus memory
my dear old sister to me she sent.
"Whether to fall with me, fall on earth or fall with them,
YOU
WILL FALL
ON YOU. "
Au revoir again.
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