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O wisdom flowith high with the whiskers of the sun
Grace it with a fleshed hand, that will not wilt like these parched flowers
become a friend to the sky and ask it all it secrets
pray it will tell you how is happiness is kept, even though so blue...

O wisdom flowith high and touch the stars above
You found out that even daylight cannot shun their knowing love
glimmering with no signs of movement, but o they give me life
tiny little brothers of the yearning sunflower, that wishes it was night.

O wisdom flowith high unlike my heart that's still in dirt
Beating slowly in gravel and worms, cause of someone gave this hurt...
Salamanders crawling and creeping on my skin
you do not wither me like this hate I feel with in

O wisdom flowith high and teach me how to lie!
For this pain I feel catch fire, will surely let me die,
but I do not want to be sick with tears for him to see and sigh
Let me grin a snare my teeth, so he could move and I could bide.

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