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Sanity sat next to us...

I never cared for summer days
Nor winter snow and sleet...

I wish to him, the ill balladeer
That gathered guilt may dissapear...

With beauty herself draped in your word
Sounding the veins of any who heard...

The body vanished
The soul continues to march...

Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...

I will try to love as you
Walk in every shoe...

This smile no longer reaches my eyes
For it has become the perfect guise...

Why do you stay at the end of my gaze
That woman whom even gods praise...

I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...

Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...

I will welcome Hell with open arms
As any mother would...