Most time as much a scissor talk
Call for long legs and hair walk
A thing that happens all the time 
To every pocket that has least a dim
        
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        Sounds of shame 
effect of immortality
sense of eternity
knowledge of the self impossed mind
        
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        paintings on the wall
Singing songs of unclear melodies
Those within the painting, love and hate
Maybe a dark but light for perfection
        
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        colours make things beautiful
and so humans should to the earth
some colours may not be appreciated
but in the lie the seeked treasure
        
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        Mine eyes have seen him
the glory of the coming him
He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored;
        
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        Ok, When you come,  
So to state the obvious, 
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,
        
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                    The Barbar Down The Lane
                    
                    Most time as much a scissor talk
Call for long legs and hair walk
A thing that happens all the time 
To every pocket that has least a dim
 
 
The man change a hair one 
With smile and happiness morning in line 
A  hair enters  and 'voom' disappears
The man inside with hair on repairs
 
 
Our barbar down the lane 
Is a man with no shame
My hair I dedicate to him 
And mine is down with all vim
 
 
The everday I wish to enter
And embrass the comb in my hair
This then I know it him
The barbar down the lane