an inpour all i needed was an armour there was a devour it was no glamour i was following an odour some thing

was in search of rigour it was my heart that was all in clamour //i never said to her why a favour the rose was there thou it was devyour it was me who was dissepearing in vapour some thing was a sigh it was all an endevour i am not the one from a troubadour all are those words of heart that say of rancour it had to end in a world that had no harbour i feel afloat in the air in her seach with all ardour hands in hand i wished to sail to the candour thou alone i would sail apart to find her all in enamour

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