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In cold sweat you will begin,
Your mistake is just a treasure; A weak jump to olden skin They wonât find the time to measure. Our lines are filled with wax, Our blood is made of paper; Write a poem and relax, You will grow to be a taper. âHateâ is not a word for words, You just turn your back - be silent; If theyâll curse and cut with swords Answer them but donât be violent. Let your voice to be as loud In your writings, like a spin, Read this message and be proud: In cold sweat you will begin. I thought poorly that along My goal shall not stay in error, But to cry in rain was wrong As the crying is my terror. Humble water falls from high Heart sores like there was no pleasure In this world. Donât hide the sigh - Your mistake is just a treasure. Their distress is screaming louder Than a thunder in his caught; Madness shall remain in powder Whether if you like or not. Blazing wings that grow in spell Will confine your words of sin In a cage where they had fell A weak jump to olden skin. Shipless ocean is your thought In their points of view. The weather Will be lonely when your naught Must remain and cut a feather. Your night borrows candle lights From a beam; the only leisure Stays in front of fight in fights - They wonât find the time to measure. Skies are cloudy, but so clear They arrived in peace and calm, Like the ox who shed a tear At his cart, without a palm. Colourful are landscapes; sunny Stories were untold in acts, But no word is sweet as honey; Our lines are filled with wax. Trees are hunting shapeless ways With their leaves and then the sorrow Of one truth that never plays Blows the wind like were an arrow. Donât you dare to brace your mind With another mind. In vapour Other words shall then remind: Our blood is made of paper. If you need an answer, quickly Take a question from your soul, But if they will treat you sickly Try to stay under control. Read as much as you can handle, Follow your successful tracks; At the light of one poor candle Write a poem and relax. Be aware of those who lying Means a living style, and try Not to cry, because the crying Makes you unsecure and shy. Youâve just tasted from my end With your glancing eyes of caper; Write those feelings, write them, and You will grow to be a taper. You will grow to be a taper, Write a poem and relax; Our blood is made of paper, Our lines are filled with wax. They wonât find the time to measure A weak jump to olden skin; Your mistake is just a treasure, In cold sweat you will beginâŚ
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