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To Dwell, Or To So Be
Does to dwell then do wings grow,
Of left of fear and right the desire,
Round and round, can some thoughts sow,
Guilded by a voice on so goes flights higher,
Figured so free, such flight finds some web,
Tangling tighter, a question finally did ebb
"That voice, one of some good reason?"
"Blame not me" rushing in said a tiny lil spider,
"True just for you my calling out, my voice this season,"
"But it was dwells, you see, fleeing fear and chasing desire,"
"Never more now, nor ever further such flights higher."
Of left of fear and right the desire,
Round and round, can some thoughts sow,
Guilded by a voice on so goes flights higher,
Figured so free, such flight finds some web,
Tangling tighter, a question finally did ebb
"That voice, one of some good reason?"
"Blame not me" rushing in said a tiny lil spider,
"True just for you my calling out, my voice this season,"
"But it was dwells, you see, fleeing fear and chasing desire,"
"Never more now, nor ever further such flights higher."
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