"False, false!", the shadows goad
A vile darkness it has been
Let this be the ode
Of a stupid man and his sins
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He guns rushing the wild thyme
The dark furrow the only scenery
In search for his lost dime
The rose of his flowery
The flower he falls for
Becomes the gorgeous he married to
The boon of the door
The mansion for two
The Time We Forever Missed
Forever written in the stars
Circling around chasing cars
A sip, a walk and a chamber
A stop, a journey and a future