Young Wild Chasm

Take of a turn of three time to talk of penumbra tales beneath a taramond tree trials and wailings of two lives in the vale The life of young from it infancy thence gradual, conventional neither fantasy the sweetest of them all to behold incomparable to an undelectable life of old The sun and snow that oldlings won't deign in them, we striplings all times do reign like the suns of Africa, stronger shining wards young wild eagles of Amerie, freely soaring beyond word Dearest mates from the state of mine move not like king Solomon's mine who danddied, drove so great and high cruising, perusing our skin into prime yet says its vanity, a full of crime we chaste conquerors, with wreathe all nigh