And then I was quiet, dear God,
Why for me did it weighed high?
Rubbed my footprints and buckled up,
For the sage empire still murks.
I went to the stars for the clicks,
But they bode behind the dark.
I doubted if they are real,
For they nowadays starve, really.
Often levy the mountains hurtle,
Often ponderous that water chuckles.
Valleys that bear drake distances,
For bridges that adjoin distances.
Certainty obvious that carpets mine honor,
Up and up shall strike towards odors.
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