- Weary Site
I must say that this site is too weary,
No contest ,
no fun,
All day long ,
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- Twelve O' Clock Sleep
Feeling deserted and lean,
Laid on bed; rattled my nerves,
Laid on mat; ate my nerves,
Laid on sofa; kissed my nerves,
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- Fiery Wind
Aloft! the north wind blew,
As meek as fiery,
Lowly and slowly,
Hardened the heart of men,
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- Gray-ish Love 2
What have I to say?
The nation hates my face,
Despite, I shield the earth,
They hate our love and existence,
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- Gray-ish Love
I will sing the song of songs, till death
saying;
How beautiful you are,
Your eyes are dove,
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