Michicant

I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age Melic in the naked, knew a lake and drew the lofts for page Hurdle all the waitings up, but know it wasn't wedded love, why? Four long minutes end, and it was over, it'd all be back And the frost took up the eyes Pressed against the pane, could see the veins and there was poison out Resting in a raze, the inner claims I hadn't breadth to shake Searching for an inner clout, may not take another bout, why? Honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain Hon', it wasn't yet the spring Aiming and it sunk, and we were drunk, and we had fleshed it out Nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out No, it wasn't maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck, why? Hung up in the ivory, both were climbing for a finer cause Love could hardly leave the room with your heart