Poetic-Verses
THE CITY SO FAR
Soul, to thy wheresoever, go
Be the olive bringer
Naughty rain abide
It is not hard in heart
My son
Eternally not to perch
For so have done such aves
This now is practice earth
Be the olive bringer
Naughty rain abide
It is not hard in heart
My son
Eternally not to perch
For so have done such aves
This now is practice earth
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THE CITY SO FAR
THE CITY SO FAR