Entangled minds and fingers set apart;
Like the empty vessels like the work of art.
Keep them crossed, they thug about entailed chains;
And living in creations world of rains.
Entangled brains please set them apart,
Mine is empty like the business of art,
Somebody almed my armed cart.
World beloved beloving world of art.
Entangled minds like fingers alike,
Proves no hungry is Tom than Mike.
Cowards wear glasses hides never their guilt;
Sturdy dies whatever listens never their built.
Now there gathers like the alms and almonds aren't many.
And days seem to have been out when seas weren't rainy.
My song is never so sad and ain't sad so such any many any;
Now there gathers like alms and almonds aren't many.
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