But i will speak to you and i will question you,
For the bull’s flesh is now in your pot.
Peep, deep, weep, beep, jeep, keep, seep;
As hard as a lower millstone!
But the strikes had exposed your underpants,
And like the muse of your mind in the land of war! !
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I have told you these things in proverbs,
And like the dark sayings in veiled languages,But come and let me be your comforter.
Repudiated and manitested,
But i need the positive values on this love.
The subject on this love is an object,
The subject on this love is a valley,And the valley is very quiet and lovely;The subject on this love is a fruit,And the fruit is very sound and attractive;The subject on this love is a mountain,And the mountain is very high and lonely;The subject on this love is a river,And the river is very smooth…
Clouds aloft and tides below,
And like a descending shadow from a hero’s ashes.To prove as true from Poland and,To visit th tombs in Turkey with my lover;And the voices from the mourners are over now.The virgins of Africa do lament,For the blood of their people are as pour as the blessing;And like the last thought on my throne of…
Hold the line and love my muse,
And like the city life in your lovers hands,But let me be your man on this love.
A reed to the deer is like the top of the pot,
For this star over here is like the rats along the narrow path,But the Brown Door is about to open for me.It is not a ton that i need,But like the sub of your act for me to take the bus!And the Brown Door is about to be open.