In my own soliloquy, taking my words 'De dicto'.
The flowers of hibiscus brightening with growth.
Myself, in my long lilac rabanna
With an eye closed, I tried to open the other.
Where are you now? Come to my aid.
With my pale face, about to enrage.
Save me from being a wacko at this raging rate.
Sucking an orange jn a garden of pain
Yet, can't succumb my violent rage.
You're who I need to see through this shrubby way
How high the pitch is, still seems like sempiternal silence of the sea.
You've got to come back from Syracuse.
At least, to lighten me up as my muse.
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