I give it all if you are gorgeous in feeling
I do it best if you will to beastly journey
To the limits of no man and ends of souls
Switch off other sensations and quit talking
I lose self to loose where stays this honey
Sailing, swimming and flying to settle scores
Grades that not Aristotle nor Thales felt wanting
Protagoras, Plato and St Paul's though then thorny
For none wanted to fit or fix in its shoes not shores
I will drive you to wonderland and touch the sealing
hang on me and do not say a word, honey
The industrial brewery can bring down the shawls
I am reaching out for your heart and mourning
not because I cry my tears are sacrificial porny
Let them come down as you wipe and set stores
I love you.
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