Honesty beget you,
honestly I regret it.
For now heartbeat
I do not forget.
It came on a cello,
violin dancing twist
of the wrist I see a
cloud of warm mist.
The arch is bending
upon this crooked
path I saw you look
dance in cool brooks.
In valley you are lit
by the fire in a belly
splendid made tune
I sense it compel me.
Pray I will for you I
always see your name
written in the sky it
by functioning vein.
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