A happiness?
Singing, lurking, creeping in the shadows.
It escapes me again, where does it run to?
Come back my song-bird.
Shallow are the pools of a drop of rain,
Great are the pools.
Cascade. Soup. Marching. Insenuating.
Placate me my love.
For though I know not your face, I know your name.
I know where you come from,
and I smell your scent.
Bring yet the frost,
O-Jack.
Can you understand it, the sicilation of that cheese?
Dog, you are fair yet misinterpreted.
Your wrong became right,
In these twisted justice.
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