.The mornings are my painters lending
The sun has scorched of your pretendings
Where streams of lightâ
pierceâ
shit and cleansing
Ourâ
harvest tells a happy ending
Though sheâ
spans vales and peaks alike
It's only on my last goodbye
I feel her treats past earth and s.
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