How recondite those beings are? They're ne'er unready for the dawn at all Internal landscape; vacant scar A vast depression very natural The honeyed childish, it will rain And fertilize our sickly land Desintegrating, every grain Helps this sick land get once more grand Old soul beneath a cherry tree A dirty longing so vile nurture Natural vehemence won't free The surveillance of a swift vulture It's about time to view get rife Indigo auspice'll dilute soon To lastly show the setting life And the occult phase of the moon.All Rights Reserved
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