Pity kind of sweet
Pity kind of kiss
kiss the lemon swiss
As I went of a slip
I saw the kindly witch
I saw the lazy kid
And I smile for pity

The craft of sweet and kiss
the myth of
what I live for
where I sleep on
When I fall
how I meet
the beautiful witch
the adorable she

Man like me
should care for nothing
but freedom of speech
The red circle
turns to the green glass
the green shadow
means the dream class

Dreaming is always
as realistic as
the birth of bean
blossom of ginger
metaphor of the old

The lamp
one and two of them
three and four
go fro
through the door
the perception of all
and ignition of fire

The core of more
and the soul of sour
are meant to be the law of all
without hate or adore

The stars are shinning at
the jaws
The passage through the mall
turn into a ball
rolling into the moral life
bathing in the oil of the
permanent dirt
based on
bricks scattered
along the pavement
through the journey
space of odyssey
time of all
all of all

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