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Words From The Well Advised Vespian City Beggars Association

Settle yourself while I tame the hair in your eyes
twelve hours away the sun shines heavy
spotlighting, mocking, features that mar the otherside
but leaves these limbs in a darkness
faulty lines left undefined so,
I beg you, grow weary with the sounds being exposed
clearing all searing from silvery bent saw and bow
oh how theres way more than an eyeful
in just one single glance
when lifes let to grow
treated simple yet wild
it will give you all the secrets
when given the chance.

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