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For what for are all the trumps
Odd shakenly struck by strokes
The blighted thunder shattered with remorse
As to why, black and white so deep

Like a calf ready for a gutter
So do I, streaming down
Wounding on the strongs
A way free to be searched

A darkness swept over the ladies' veil
For what for the dramas are?
With prominence they stood
With providence they amazed themselves

Time stopped itself
Seeing the stroll of ladies
Happily they seem, yes
But prohibition did inflict them

For what for are the dramas
To serve the guilty, they are
For as the guilt stroll past
Exasperation halted, eyes eyeing

So strong it felt mild

Run I shall
Fear I run
Sheepishly probing

With prominence, I shan't
I don't do with providence
Do with courage, I shall
Tenderly did, I will