Somehow I was able to be separated…

Somehow I was able to be separated
And hateful fire put out.
Enemy of my eternal, time to learn
You someone really love.

I am a free. All things fun, –
Muse will fly at night to comfort,
The next morning brought glory
Rattle over the ear popping.

About me and it is not necessary to pray
AND, stepping down, look back.
Black wind me calm,
Golden merry November.

As a gift, I accept separation
And oblivion, as grace.
But, tell me, on the cross flour
Do you dare to send another?


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