Looked up the meaning of farming
The sky is no ore
For this I thank
I am met like scrolls

Or if the two men could love as I
The
floor in the ground
For the seats are
filled
Here I thank my understanding
Must I lose myself in ways

Or understanding
Extending my gloss
To
find in an animal the painted room
Not important but compelling
Then people forming a band
Emit scent not knowing
Then I was lore again
The seats before me
You’d be waking just then
In a row and in the corner
So I could lose my eyes and sway
Normal feeling upwards
But the dance has steps
At least to close another act as glass
Breaking the event in its
Large room with many chairs
Its column among large candles
Which to bear light return the animal
To circle a table before writing on it 


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