5-19-20
Wanting it done and over with
Sad now I struggle in that light
I cannot read about it for myself in the race
Where we are off to our star that used to be in Bootes
No hurry to learn to bring it back to life
Thanks to Rose as a sign of our waft lie on the cry
My O my turning to the brink of sleep
And a dream of a fearful downward spirit gone viral
Towards our plain and no such hate
En Masse yet to be discovered
It's going to be a beautiful one
As introduced for the come of gloaming
For Tuesday's delerum
Our general signs to blow the trumpets....
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