What have you done?
What have your fun?
When the mountains
are so many miles run.

The dreams slug up
just so much of a cup
is of the wine Christ
bore it is enough.

Come the bastions lit
up to the raffles a cliff
lift to the atmosphere
the tune you’re with.

Tell me tales love sit
upon refined long is
this couch I am now
let us sit let us quiz.

Pardon me my party
wants to take the bar.
Pardon me my party
we to the end spar.

All my levity cut deep
a citizen me I do sleep.
A citizen me I cry why
as I gently softly weep?

Your entrails cursed it,
all that feeds you now
is my fear my love now
I rectify to be proud.