Good Morning Dear...
Away into the horizon of such
A joyless voyage,
As the tomorrow beckons the hands of much
A sunless void.
I ran from coasts to coasts,
Bearing the peace of the brothers on
My trouble-daring tits.
And even all these cannot except me
From glorifying the minuted glory
of an over-shadowed gem in the ends
Of the wits of our bends...
Something with such magnificence,
As the early arising of the eastings' body.
Good Morning there...
Morning, and another sweet morning
Midgard!
A joyless voyage,
As the tomorrow beckons the hands of much
A sunless void.
I ran from coasts to coasts,
Bearing the peace of the brothers on
My trouble-daring tits.
And even all these cannot except me
From glorifying the minuted glory
of an over-shadowed gem in the ends
Of the wits of our bends...
Something with such magnificence,
As the early arising of the eastings' body.
Good Morning there...
Morning, and another sweet morning
Midgard!
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