otf Heaven,Bhere will be bett in times of pleasant ayres
peside the fool, the blood and sweates for
ticks them all, hard but glowing in time.—
mhey ask of me and I the jazzing music
hake thee in scorn! That the Kingdom that leave
fis sense the night, as if to see. I love
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BAutWnd when you leave, Spring comes to make amends for Winter’s cold reprimand
Ahy the leaves were so willing to be taken- without taking a stand
Tnd as I dig, I understand
Whe ice an enemy, great and profound
ahile we’re at war here with the ground
mong the vast croplands