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Move On

Stereo time and Santa’s big war In entry by the stadium,- we wished for a start And were promptly muted- for rain at four And what is meaning, but this Songs to our order The tin at will,- at time’s release Justice to the heart And covert insert to the pledge Fine nights of her And Invictus the Hard- Laying for torture,- This move that was Showing no gold but to them The proven boy and analogue Dented by players in the hut And a IIe at breakfast to apprehend The visions of Small And an interlude for war And surely a misunderstanding Every great poet in power And time as well Victory to the great mutiny- Time at the self and rod regret The happenstance of the heart And making lines amend; what is it for And they play with the dots- of a sudden fodder by light A twinkling in his hair Blessed hair, for religion and famous Three is the time to play Myth A cousin of war in the lit But made admin, a sixth person in tow A night for solid free Mittens and garland to the end The worry of a paranoid year Children who can’t eat A Labrador as Jim And shoes to know memory that remains But in a solid hold, The Eucharist Days of portend and uncommon Ceded power to God From the free and able Abstentions to glow in this through A blessed country, for comets revisit And the Earth shall remain Lights to our symphony but remain Christ is in store and I remember Fading lights at that man And running to be free Perpetuance of sin Victory knows I am near But therefore in endurance And a faithful regret Life in deliverance to the poor Deception cease Lighting our doors such as this Mayhem as a blunder And sympathy draw There is lemon in the summertime and at will I know where this has been Time’s regret to the antecedent Victory I know has a story Long be forgotten The World for all close A beckon of thirst to the Cup Victory is The Lord Let not be last, those in sin I would try as they are to be that Simply willed but unsure This is our Victory Day in the Summer A crucifixion unto you The Son of God in proclaim Night’s war and free Laying all weapons to the pond The lost would in their Hearts Making the right turn Burning free And turning to them The borne dedication to our lot Crucified- in dust to the ear at our home Victory South to the victims- Such terrible wrong Nights in return to that River The funeral and accompaniment of valour In a Spring year we folded Times of unfaith and in London Paris for the grey orange and forget Sympathy Magog to our Spare Exulted benew Time says amen, and be free The simplest code, Giving Nature her way And Heaven at the door saying “Come in.” In virtue we can; in mercy Trusted to shallows of the sea, the merciful one Gifts of God and tempered bet A faithful run to the end Simple sharing of Hers is by day Citizens implore, and Earth to be Devon Solace unfold to our star This and Hearts believe Dedication to the Blessed Virgin Mary Christ carrying our Cross to the end; no faithful and further Peace for the living Genuflect to our Saviour The Earth as sacred, what it was And miserable deep in prayer North Korea is no longer In time at war like this And hitmen to the day Peace lumbering On this day made of gold And early in May Life is giving- And sympathy still- The Blood of Christ.