whirled harvest of forgiving saint

I fear I'll fall in love with world

It that shall will be even if I not exist

Failing of this repertoire is mistake in bold

Has been and will be unchangeable by mere resist


I fear I'll fall in love with living

So might be just anyone at some point

Although at first we're driven to be daring

Motive behind anything is obscure it appear feint


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