The Outlook last week?
Both Sunny and Bleak
And gazing within
Solow personally
I took a step back
As you dashed off it seemed
To catch and to seek
To seek and to find
I chose to unblind
I choose not to move
I seem to hold back...
As the the weather turned black
I gazed on then in.
Deep in in deep
Am seeking your hand
Holding me back
I reach for your mind
Amid what AMAI feeling?
Torrential Isle of ewes
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