In your way
We are without, one
As many pass, you require, one

Tilled soil, for all, and none

As you were, we become, one

Fetching was littled in being placed


As you were, we will never see
Daylight is free
The curve and the expanse, our space
Continues another's

Restraints of boils
Churning desires, abandoned
Civilized without wild

A broadened sail, without company

Unlent bend, ill favored hand
Appear in called remorse
Dissipating rise of fire, do not follow


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