What is to be given, Is spirit, yet animal, Colored, like heaven, Blue, yellow, beautiful. The blood is checkered by So many stains and wishes, Between it and the sky You could not choose, for riches. Yet let me now be careful Not to give too much To one so shy and fearful For like a gun is touch.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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