Well mister,
I must say... it is
quite the bright, new day.
Our hearts filled with sorrow
pasts and new, there
were quite few things we could do.
When it all falls out,
I'll say it done...
Then you dare to catch me,
before it's gone.
It's- oh dear, confusing- at one
We've caught ourselves at
a slight conundrum.
At twice,
We believe: souls to be stolen.
Yet,
they appeared to be stuck-
not at all escaped- and,
if I should follow the
rules, recipes to be gotten...
Well, I suppose those laws
should be bought then.
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