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Sat the Piano of the shallow lap of Humanity on the raft of theme on a black stone,

the jewel of the scene in that thermometer is the temperature of the freezing lung,

a slow understanding that the earth has shown a Home to the distant crumb,

but to the turf butchers price the event on the Humans corn.

On ear of the ground to a thundering sung I silence the horror to a treble of the Knights coast,

a foot steep with the Kettle whistling a Tune touch the Singers seen in other Maps of great division,

equal to the nice Treat that people are the Hobblers of class to drowning the wealth of vocal chose,

lyrics at a scroll in scribe is the Pen and Stand to no temptation of bladder plight.

The portion of a Sheet to Musical choice is the body on the method of Types,

some of the gathering frost speaks to sleet as snowed,

other reins may find comfort in a simple note streaming on the ice of living bye's,

yet on the hug of global fright the basis of gravity is to spring a beautiful style of clarity!!

The sky harbors a Writing screen to dynamic the picture of a Cloud in change,

storms scale the sigh to venue the perfections of the Valley loud,

a deep canyon on the evolving Mountain announces the Plateau as a Hello to balance,

seated with a bridge to chorus the Wheats swing on the butterfly of a bee's lap.

To only Hive at rage with anger as a Page in the chapter of grain grain grain it is a spilling of seeds,

to the ditches and the rain atop the fountain of gain the health of growth leads to the sway,

on the Plains of wild truth a Wisdom introduces the reality of a Willow,

the read of a life in times that have skill to recognize that Quest of a Heard on the earths floor.

The scrambled greet the Flood with running screams,

the water rising to surprise will show far before the pour over loads the stalled,

it is the love of Nature that examples the gift at the most basic of ready bones to be the most gentle say,

the dust of human remains have brought tears to those that have remained to be scene.

An Elephants singing,

the slow waltz dancing,

remembering that choir,

the graveyard of the ivory soap.

The soothing lane to tack the Adam balm,

the deed of a route to sing the spice of Trades,

at the expense of to many dead to rinse,

the shoulders of the Human Beings have troubled the shore of energy,

by placing the string for a profits king at a canons price.