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A prayer for Autumn ground

Three senses of an island to our cove That solemn grain ahead In honest appeal to fuel and spark Why with head to the sky

It was time and not foe I washed my feet as were day The Nothing Fortress kept degree In appearing a scroll to bequeath

Forty stops and from the quay So much sorry for lye and iron I took my duty forth with a jam To possessed one pinch with an arrow

Lost to only meander I put flag in full hand Wiped my solemn step to our leaf But prayed for improvements in moreso

Wet and conditioning me so I was lucky to be a boy For girls in their part were not for abuse But by September’s given rain

Wirelines to my wireless And men began to vomit Awful news before the refuge There were fields and magnets- And scorches of remedy And twilights we are for the day

Season, I cried for more and for less As a brave drift into the parting Ten as we go, and hold of ship Was twilight, was remedy, was home