In her hands


If you must see” Then first thing first” As I Dagger the beak of my swords teeth, Into A four foot wooden seat. All I can think of’, Is A dream of ever sleep” as you fly in’ and Around my Sky's’ and guide my wins” to Swim. Trew the sands, and Threw the land's i am now a glim" for i do now limp. So now you seize “every pinch, of inch” from Realms to sounds, tho Kings of hounds. ”from your child" To my church to now we merge’ As you know with no doubt like my cloud if in doubt. That this wings will feather trew any sortes of leather. So rise’ as high’ as if you yourself rolled the dice. So why” do why.“better than i” that if you lose sight we both die .

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