I did need some more to come out
I did not know how to make my soul stout
Great spirit
Beat beat me
As a stone talk with cold and ice
And some strange noise want to grasp my eyes
Strangler
Wander wander wanderer
Making sand wedge in my skin
A preacher
But you came out from the bosom
And a numen here beholds in blossom
His might
Will not cease
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