In gloom , running with green ? to take exhume ;---- A
With caustic of guitar : can take me over ! --- B
In faith of theirs , I am died and tied like flume. --- A
And that freedom commits me to rover ! --- A
Then running in dark and smiling at moon ?;--- C
It's like touching the miracle in desert ?? -- D
It's moving into inane more to June . --- C
And habits of living is crude of hurt. --- D
Now , all can be taking peace of freedom. --- E
Having been failed and being a shield ??;--- F
I'm freed from wish , which is innate of psalm. - E
You would've been pretty ; that turned me to congealed.-- F
Wish ??I could be nature : you are in me ! --- G
You couldn't be gone away ! I'd be a free . -- G

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