Pull me through
Slides of the lanes,
Free-leaking roofs,
Loving in vain.
...You`re so confident
And hardly died.
Give me announcement
Of the paradise tonight.
At least invisible
In morning dusk,
Our diet excepts apples
And who`ll ask
...Why we`ve committed that
Why we`ve thawed,
Looking at our beds
Ten miles below.
paradise tonight
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