Destined
Only on the pulpit, could
We fathom
Orchestra of Love
It is not, that
I don't have
Crowded despair
To count my heart
In every inch
Of my long tears
Cheek streak
Cackle my cry
Shackle not
My hearty laugh
Only in lesser times
'm fetters FREE!
Whom you call
High end drama
Let me screech you
To destined madness
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