Of night full of rays from a cresent half eaten pie.
The birds all went to the hive buzzing like lemon spice.
Oh ye how the colors reflect the area.
To be oily, and abstract, beside miss mary.

"Oh dear lord, lets call the numbers hairy.

Looking around, all hands strike poses indirectly.

For and two three and form.

Written you a letter you my love i need.

With full spetrum, colors you arrived before the sea.

So now my hope is to see you not leave, for my heart needs your grace and muse.

To be complete.

For when I've found you my Minds compass, will go in all points of reference's.

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