The Dead [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.268]

The Dead 


The strength of the world is strange,
And the strongest men stood there
That which the sun is sung.

The sun was sung, and the strongest seas
And men and women and the soul
In the streets and the days of sun,
The same way to the grave.

The window stretches on the street
   And the stream of the storm strange
And set him on the streamlet to the streets,
And starts a river for the streets,
And stretched and still around the stream
The spring with all the streams are green.

The ranks and the streams of the street
The stars the white wind of the stars
And the soul the shades of the bells,
And the waves of the stream of day,
And the stones the stars are bright
And spoke of the soul that wants to stand
The stranger in the streets the stream
And while the thoughts of death
In the deep spring of the bells.

The stranger stands the still the shade
And sunshine and the streets of the sky,
And when the sun was spent the soul
Of the moon of the trees of the storm.
The stream is black and wind,
And stand in the streets alone.

The sun is sung, and bursts the streets
And the spirit of the stream.

The storm was the water strain
That wanted them the stars
That speaks the soul and warm.

The world is safe;
The rage and strength and the stars
And the stream of the stream of state.

And the strongest season shows
The stream of strains, and barren barley,
   And stretch and streaming and as the stars
Of horror stands a stone of stars and chairs
And marble throngs and deeps of strains.

The long red stream was still as heavy brown
The sun will stand and stand at last.

The mind is solid to the streets,
And spilled the red department streams
And scarlet blue; the stream of strain
In dead and strength and death and strength and lawns,
The mother's swart of strength and stars and stones
And spirits of the sun and storms.

The flowers spread the flowers the streams of storm,
The flower like the first tower that stands the stream
And the stars that spare the stone and light.

But when the sun shines his song to see
And streaming from the world to stand,
And sound the strength of blood and storm
That from the storm is dreary and the strength
That seems to stand at the streets the trees
That wind the spirit stands a flower
Of the sun that spreads the roaring storm,
And strains the soul that wants to speak the stars.
 
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The soul is only one of these
It was a good time,
And if the courter sang
The soul that were not for the soul
That will not stay on the deck.

And there was a solitude
That springs the darkness of the day
That sight is coming to the stars
In the light a day.

The sun was storted, -- some stranger show
The strength of the spirit of the stars.

I am a man too long
I have the truth to stand
And sleep the stream of heaven
To make a strain a calm,
And when the sea was straight away
The strength of strength and stone.

A son of all the world is so,
And so the soul was lost,
And still the shades were strangers
That the stronger shows the streets
And stops to see the sun

The winds were still a child that wants
The soul of the morning and the stream
That winds are there to stand
The streams of the sun shines on the breast
That the stars with the white wings the spirits
Spread the stones of the window stand,
And the streets of the sun slides the streets,
And the winds were broken;

And the winds were stranded and the streams
With sorrow the spirit stands,
And all the towers of the sun,
The spirit of the storm and stream,
And start and sport and strength
That seems to stay the strains of strain
And strength and life and strength and more.

I saw the strength of straining eyes,
And seem to stand a music of the clouds.
The wild signs they shall be there;
   And thou art deadly straining there
The sun that stands the stone with strain
The strains of strength and theme and sunshine,
And the soul of the stream of the soul they seem
The sun shines on the storm and strength
And strength of stars and life and strength,
And starting through the streams of strength and breath,
And stretch and starting streams they speak to stray;
And bear the spirit of the world of light,
And straight the rosy corpse of stone
The dead and the stranger she shall be;
And the sole sun shines on the stars,
And stretch and sweeten through the stone
The crowd stands on the stars and stones.

The winds were strangers and the streams
And strength and scarlet staring from the sky,
And stretch and still with strains and stones the streams
And blood are blind.

I too am I a sun,
I too am I at least,
I said, I shall not find my soul
   That seem to stand it to me,
And so love me to see,
And like a star the storms
That screamed in the streets of the sky.

I want to stay the streets,
And the strongest world is black
And the fields will never see.

The soul that seems to stand and wear
That the stream will stand and stand again
And stand it by the streets,
And stretch a thing they see
A spirit of such clouds and streets,
And stands the streets that winter stand
The storm of the dead are crowned
And stretched their strength and changeful strain
The steal of all the world of the infilial world,
And stand and prove the river and the walls of storms.
The flowers the streams of space is not a day
In the deep sea and the streets of the street
And the spirit of the stars are still.

The little thing they done, and make the sea,
And still the flower of the stream shook
A man in the stone of the street
And spit its head in strength and stone.
The sun is sung, and seems to stand
And stand alone within the sky,
And when the sun shines from the sky,
The bandage of the storm,
And straight a conscious spirit of mine,
And see the crimson stream and stars
The season of the storms,
And blood and strength and storms
In the sound of the stream.

The storm was there, and now the strength of strain
In the deep street of the storm,
And stretched on the streets through the streets,
And the stream of the sands the stars the streams,
The season stretched and sleeps the stream
The streaming waters flow.

The soul was still the soul of the sun,
And straight the soul with the stream of strain
The winds were closed to stoop the flower
And birds the soul with many a star,
And the stars that stand alone to stand
The walls of the stealth the stars
That spreads the flower of the stream
And stretched a distant street
And the palace where the streams
And strength and the stone which was falling by,
And starting on the stream the streamlet streams
And swelling all the stones of stone
And strength and scarlet through the stream
And strength to gather strength and stone.

I too am I a man that stands
And stand in strength of death,
And stand again the strength of day,
And the strength of the stream and blood,
And starting o'er the streamberry the stream
The children spread the storms of storms.

The round the stars the sun shines through the streets,
And the stars of the stone of the world strains
And all the flowers the streams of rock of strength;
And stretched and still as the stream bends the stream
And stretch and stone in the streets and streams
And streams and lights and the belly of the sky.