Do Not Grow Weary of My Silly Quest

I have endlessly miss us in past best;
Time has eaten up my distant worry,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.

You miss it too like how dream's forte arrest,
Eyes blur pictures to fulfilling scurry,
I have endlessly miss us in past best.

We had pretended enough unaddressed:
The worth of experiencing such slurry...
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.

How miles to cover left surrey unrest-
Together lost to splendor in surrey,
I have endlessly miss us in past best.

Be smart and good to doubt our plight's request,
With bounded rational score so burry,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.

We are but insane to the core contest
That chances flavoured, with watery curry...
I have endlessly miss us in past best,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.
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