Win The Years 'Cause' Its Real

Yes he caught my Aye as I Visualized,

in that this is the Wham on lend,

talk a Mile yet the Inch has a sound,

for that is the desk of the Rounds,

a circle to line the heir Rite on the barriers.

Chin to scrap buckles let A sea of the drowning speck,

to discuss would be deranged Too all sew willful stitch,

to commerce the Math as a knot of know technical Cult,

science in the being of a Puzzling score??

Don't Mind that brain Shores are the beaches land,

as gentle as the crashing waves that roar,

in the cycle of the universal core there is the eternal flame a lapping The Air showering reign!!

Scout on that is the River on the skaters of drawn The Doors,

bracing for the bitter Chills to the melt of the glaciers more's,

in with the divide to the Cracking ice Calls,

so loud at the thunder of the trembling of Ancient dials!!

A subject of throwing no bones for that is death by death by death by dubbed,

know for the Photo Spinners it is the reliance of the Word to the reins,

purr of the worth to that sentence craft that has in gauged to print a operators pen!!