Activities of Yashim George

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
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Far see, farther sea. Farther the hem of the big blue sea. Come with me so we could walk on the sea and farther see the doors of the world across the sea. A country I see. In habited by folks like me. Farther, across the deep blue sea. Count few more paces and come to the beautiful places. There, some wear pink laces and bright faces. Look they are casting their gaze to the chrome of the star night sea. Bet you will everlastingly see the one who's been named from the Letter 'C'. Shut your dreamy eyes to the starry sea. See, beauty and grace are the waters of the sea. Travel.
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Passionately pleasing pass every second the sprees of a patterned Princess. Prince says hello Princess. Hello, one called Peace. Don't praise passion partly. But passionately to please your God.
Panting praises as perfect pleasing pieces of praises particularly parts through Jordan to peacefully lead you to promised places. Ponder O my Princess in calm paces with your pupil to pick perfectly the beauty before you in perfection. In His passionate praises He sits at the pinnacle of perfection and braces. Then He sighs. O perfectly porttered Princess powdered in purpose and peace, praise Him, praise with your pleasing paces for His plans have long before purchased you and pricely paid. He puts you in perfect places long before now promised. Prince prays his pen to mail this parcel to perfect places, the place of peace.
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The day I'll stop seeing
Is when you take the light
The day I'll stop seeing
Is when darkness will make its own light
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A kiss is a hellish exchange
That tastes like heaven
When I kiss only her it feels
Like the burning lake
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All the time I see you in the places I go
You very often step out of a dream
A dream that I am not part of
I watch you through the window pane
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Every grain chipped off from tree, rock, and matter
From valleys, plains, and afar
The sands from which all men are made
Barren and broken
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Who will teach the curriculum of Child care to a Virgin?
Virgin, whom of matrimony inexperience and birth unattended?
Her Mother perhaps, nay!
The monthly visits of amnion and blood perhaps, nay!
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