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Vile

This fever caught me low And substance can’t Stupefied to relation East to sleeps London seeing Olivet Spring Mercy speak And files waiting In her and knowing you This day of whimper For never loaned But listened April running fools And temperate we sail The money war to abide For justice all to simmer My days are mid and laughter But wherefore And points The ecstasy of green To know and go ahead The licensure of rain To gain a tower And hear in faith What God to life Is known to this little life And Holy Hour Beckons to departure For then at yew Major in the making 50 days til you My solace friend to be Supportive to a fault And ending all that lands And purchases told Seacrest from the heart Escaping her- this Salmon be A prayer in good repose And 10 The lights of wind Scurry to the tropics A day without May 11 for the finish And I will tow- my heart betrothe And love you better- through lasting heat.