Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

Only if i
Could have
Never
Learned a way
To arouse

As knowledge will enrich its own s
For so many comfort peace
Will make aware,
For so many sheet our bed
Will yearn, for so many seeds

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,

Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

You should see the sketch of sorro
You should see the pain written in
You should try to dig what is hidd
Can you not see how her eyes are t
When her brows flinches up and dow

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

For death will applaud to us and w
To thee not death.

Word me a river
& Fetch me strengths
Move me nearer
And let us faint