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Those lips, approval of this miserable world
Those highfalutin' lines that sing for me
And the ones.
Send me in the skies, don't hinder me
There shall I build my own again.
Above clouded tombs and ladies,
your poor world of dispare Ascent...
The hemlock turns to
And my heartburn into headwind
Yet, my highness I try to hex
Thou, thou world, thou dreams, nest,
Thou before the keyhole to eternity...
..cloudburst our tears are as our mother's dries under the
sun.