The Poeter: Council

Ah! says the council, visits he the sunrise;

And lions shall come so alone, so shall come the wise.

But bigger gets my passion as people don't mise;

Ah! says the council, visits he the sunrise.

Members throw parties all night;

And as they go wild, distance me sight.

And you are united cause you lie separate;

And call if destiny, then lies your fate.

Who who stands, welcomes my gate;

call you if destiny, then lies your fate.

But best in makers of sun and run;

Happens to be the future of fun.

And fills paradise beloved and none;

Happens to be the future of fun.

Council please do you visit the past;

Cause glory glory glory and never never last;

And council says you fly very fast.

Council please do you visit the past.

But where lied you, functions shall lie;

Council council die die die but never lie lie.

But where lied you, functions shall lie.

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The Poeter