Later I decided to stay
To see what's on that day
It was dark tunnel that I call
To get them burnt corps as all
Windy weather has atometers to cast
Falsy breeze while walking on the past
I had heard the noise down that dark tunnel
And a great shape had smiled to dark cell
I preshape the steps hands on my part mill
As I greet them in burnt corps of the tunnel
The great shape had gone dancing so well
As I had hid my precious gem saddle
They played that game with you as day
But my game was their silent mystery stay
And a great shape had burnt corps and one
As my laughter chapter had started never gone
I lie to my own in order for more footsteps grow
And as I grow older my dark shape continues blow
But since rhythematically annoyed by self adherence
Your presence as burnt corps as a waste gone presence
And I do care of the count of the corps and more
Gladly proud to put you in my dark adore
And trust these lines had gotten no waves yet
As sincerely I am as I was at the first of hint
When my claps rhymes to the footsteps surrounds
I hid my laugh until I get your silent sounds
And it's all my great play but boring stuff and thee
As I walk longer my steps prints will get them all to me
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