Then, keep that of yours truth clear:
and into the sea drops
the river and its reflected lonesome boy
-and-girlremembering
us
brainstorm the bluesand yes,
thus, whilst remembering,
us, brainstorming the Blue's.
More, as still a point sent to the shore can be
say myself right now,
-¿You hear me?
-¿Is it clear?
New Lands are new lands,
and their past, and all which attend
until you match the current again
air tup, on your eyes, crying
-You
are
the
deiilaight,
as still a point sent to the shore can be.
