So I and the night shall bid you goodbye.. leaving you to the sea .. as it roars exhorts you not to abandon his shore he says " Let him go as he's so weak can't expunge the clouds soaring thy head and mind sit here and I'll cover you with my breeze streaming among thy tangled hairs .. Let him go as he's so blind cant perceive your grieves constrained beneath those breasts more vintage than the wine half filled in that stained glass you hold firmly within thy slender fingers .. I say - O sea Blind are you fancying troupe of my beloved The grief you see confined within those ribs are nothing but my presence, my promises that faced abortions before dawns of love the grief that you wish to vanquish from her soul fail you will as millions of your waves cant clear them still.. I know as I'm the grief you wonder about... I'm the anguish that hurls round her tangled hairs, deceptive as freedom, So I bid goodbye while grief ends with her last t
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