“THE WORLD YO”

[low temperature, more repetition]

There in the shore of me and like the spirit

And from the sun might have from the street;

There she stood the same stream of sweet love

And soon is bright through the shades tartly strengthen;

And the sun, well, of the sheep of the street

The sleep and the street, of the street

The shade of the sun, shore of the sea

The winds shall be sitting ne'er the sea

The sun she stood there and the contents from the sea

The souls of the street of the sea

The sunshine, she does not such a staring hour,

And the sun will spend the strength of the street

The streets of the sea

That so soon the morning sacred day

That sound as the strength who seem'd their song

The souls and we are all their streets,

The soul and all the season that she seem'd to see

The sun shall gone of his soul and the sound.

And the blood of the shore with commuters in the street

That sometimes she stood there to move still the grave,

The strength of the soul and she said;

the bones of my shore to the sea

That she couldn't stop

That will not kill thee,

The sound of the morning sea

The sweet story of the earth the maiden

The soul to sure and kind of their hands do not ne'er

The sun on the roof and life and some of the soul

the story that sailors when the third of them, few

I say in the sheets of the sound of the rain,

still the same thing

I have a rich hand on the sheet

on the street and the small stars stand

and stare before the spiders

from the street of the mind

and the sun is a lifetime

I asked my father what was gone.

and the blood and hands drink and he said

you have no longer to write me as the next thought

I had no idea that the sun in the sheet,

the sun of the sea

was the same one of the streets

and blissed in the sun of the streets