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There's a distance long between your craving
And chalice
Whose wine like fever, ending everlasting heat
Eternity

Gather days to make sands
Falling from your hands
Thought's like of nothingness
Malice leaves through glass
the glass

Rid your eyes of
Take a naught, a
Perfect clay to from
comes creative passions play

Desire, warm of, a of might
Another string bizarre of of mine
Creative burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's becoming

of the force, the perisher fails
Skin forebodes a nail

a power tempting wise man
And colors to the moon
orchid it's charm and splendor

Soon it comes, the itself
Seems to be not of this
Not of this

Rid your of control
Take a naught, a
Perfect clay to from
Here creative passions play