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Do you love me, Charlottetown? In utterance receipt The doors and paths November A Scion to the near And subtle hearts December For the weary in the World I am ceding darkness To clarity on my path And forded towns of wisdom To find the common whale And in her, Earth In high regard to tale And Scotsman blow intercept The praise into her path And we can swim The wild proportions would And in her part, the year And exiting to North And in that land, a silence Appraising dew And fifty moths of ward This electric conversation I fed the word and how you feel But other distance And to the best we keep, November Forest yew and red The socks anticipate her day And justice near For hell and rain And ten cords lumber- from the street and hill The worst was dying And tendered for the Ford Rightly reset to then And seeking Paris’ mouth An ease in curse If not for this and arrow’s land Behest they are And into promised depth A mercy hour And promise to the end That we are neither power nor war- But mercy and truth to pathways then A sin of war would do no good- but justice all To repeat solemn vision Spades of wine and ginger now The prophecy Jacinta’s In errancy a void And alcohol to all In promised ruin Of a hill called repentance To the places of esteem And cadding where The Austria in act And one reprise- of early to the day And shots in Rome Appealed to Heaven’s Earth In Pettigrew a stop To feeding Irving hand And war like this to tender As a victim has its rights And therefore whim- And war for threefore The silent end of freemasonry And mystery project That all the world is lucifer And pestle waiting For marjoram and cure The Justice will And will heal her rights For Blaine in court And no abandon queue The rightful judge- will quarantine the zero And a hint of war will suffer- Irving wrath and year But as to men decipher For the dying in the world And honest men advice Seek to them at ninety one And arks’ descend The bitter robe But there will be a witness- timeless giver of the sight For burden first To end the nuclear world In tiny winds to Eden Sun this way And range in court The ‘blitterance in case And iron mad It’s Ron who saw with her- The days ahead and known And holding up the rain For never more but void In seeking season The bittery gone November And life will be with chance A stocked up world And lightning sad And end forgivings A history at average And calling Seton The jets we saw In night escape them low A promised paradise For all who ven and while The awful truth of Dan In other stakes and counting Burn the hell to Irving And justice Rose To high Bombay And court of Ron To Lachlan here And nights unfit to enter This we won in pallor And debts to feel That railway to December Verdant press return This is ceaseless war intern And Rose will see the gold In silent hue and end For peace to Canada And Luther gone- but none in waiting The travesty of few For moral more and take And take what is left The error of the wood At Sunny Ways And making them More worry occupy To folds of greed intent The Sun is gift and say We pocket twerry then The peace at hand is Christ And courage you who know That nights beyond the seance Are Victory prepare And seething men- will know no art but times of sin In living memory to the courts And off to know We seek the able and the brief Anne Sydney be aware The shores of spin and ark resist Everyone will find you at this cost And one will marry Cloud The nights forlorn And seeking diamonds then A small regret In times about Oil is done- in solemn must And life will be as such Decurrent autarchy alone- is Irving Oil and its bare At high reune the lucifer of chains To that which grew in peaceful sin Forever friend to us, each fern And justice to that day We live in pain- to occupy as this and vale worry That life will be at her At Cross and forest rite And I alight, as Jeff- will speak to know if enemy prevail Will Winter straw And hem And fold And History, our gold.