Fall of wings on the eve of sting,
Hall of wings on the believe of ring,
were the only maze of a fly.
Crawls of shower on the eve of rain,
Brawls of power on the leave of pain,
were the only faze of a fly.
Trails of fever on the eve of stain,
Burials of clever on the cleave of abstain,
were the only gaze of a fly.
Shivers of lovers on the eve of complain,
Rivers of givers on the sleeve of regain
were the only blaze of a fly
Nevertheless the wings of sustain shalt bow to thee rain in vain even though its pain.
Hall of wings on the believe of ring,
were the only maze of a fly.
Crawls of shower on the eve of rain,
Brawls of power on the leave of pain,
were the only faze of a fly.
Trails of fever on the eve of stain,
Burials of clever on the cleave of abstain,
were the only gaze of a fly.
Shivers of lovers on the eve of complain,
Rivers of givers on the sleeve of regain
were the only blaze of a fly
Nevertheless the wings of sustain shalt bow to thee rain in vain even though its pain.
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