Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
.
Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.
Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.
The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.
Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra?
Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor.
Accepted the unfathomable ferocity,
yearning all the while as patriacal era?
Aberrant behavior is chalked forth to tradition by robbed some of its faith, aroint thee!
Canonized the triumphant for dram of science or saint paramilitia?
Neither of these seems as blurring and ambigu answer.
Why should not members of the holy
suffering paranoia?
The shadow already blended patriach rebels, prithee!
His eyes twinkled criptically as luminated magenta and elegia.
The shadow built antedates canonization and say, "God-den Padre, gramercy!"
He goes through on his hurlyburly journey and ever reflected pareidolia.
Five beldams ate many doits, flying in the dunnest sky.
The shadow was striking tabor, unyoke, hasta la vista!
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