just shade for your god again

 
as she had somebody, full, the spares would never go, 
 but I can’t think
 and most it seems,
 that it’s all all that, just shade - for your god again,
 love and the finds of her's mounted;
 it was that high, the affair
 inchery and strangling
 which it was, eyes can be their bout,
 love rained on his window before,
 he said.