By S.D. Sycther
Don't play or play
Don't play or play the toys of future;
Cause limits knew if they then exist no future.
Don't play or play the toys of future.
Cause limits knew if they then exists no future.
But one play dire heart,
And sad become they once depart.
But one play when dire heart.
Councils profound many, several bones apart.
One day I shall in surprise of sorrow.
When cry shall she in times if sorrow.
Where lies the garden, there lies the rich;
And Feather has to pass time and wise has to preach.
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