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68655798 - Preacher357
68824218 - jesseytucker
WINNER - 69637089 - Chris5420
69899954 - Zooniverse2017
70121568 - gailkoelker
70547616 - sepal

68655798 - Preacher357

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA

i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS

The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strength of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:

But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.

Only lovers erect from instinct
The ivory tower in the cul de sac,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.

So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.

Though Time had altered flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.

Niether the enchantment and the pleasure,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.

iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY

Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
Mirrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

68824218 - jesseytucker

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA
i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS
The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strength of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:
But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.
Only lovers erect from instinct
The ivory tower in the cul de sace,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.
ii
So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.
Though Time had altared flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.
Neither the enchantment and the pleasure,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.
iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY
Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
MIrrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

WINNER - 69637089 - Chris5420

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA
i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS

The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strength of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:

But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.

Only lovers erect from instinct
The ivory tower in the cul de sac,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.

ii

So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.

Though Time had altared flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.

Neither the enchantment and the pleasure,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.

iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY

Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
Mirrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

69899954 - Zooniverse2017

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA

i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS

The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strength of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:

But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.

Only lovers erect from instinct
The ivory tower in the cul de sac,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.

ii

So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.

Though Time had altared flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.

Neither the enchantment and the pleausre,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.

iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY

Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
Mirrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

70121568 - gailkoelker

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA
i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS
The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strength of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:
But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.
Only lovers erect from instinct
The ivory tower in the cul de sac,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.
ii
So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.
Though Time had altered flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.
Neither the enchantment and the pleasure ,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.
iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY
Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
Mirrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

70547616 - sepal

LYRICS FOR SYLVIA

i THE SINGULARITY OF LOVERS

The wild men shiver in the wet bocages
Surviving by the strenght of winter morons,
The bags beneath their eyes like testicles:

But platonists who sacrifice the flesh
Appreciate the poised geometry
Of temples, like the one at Tivoli.

Only lovers erect from instinct
the ivory tower in the cul de sac,
Reconciling intellect and flesh.

ii

So I can suffer still, the lover finds,
As he falls like a cowboy from Time's back
Who had carried him two years from his first love.

Though Time had altered flowers and conjured others,
Time had not moved the lover from the range
Of Cupid's arrows, Indian-renewed.

Neither the enchantment and the pleasure,
Nor the bouts with rustler solitude
Are less feathered or milder than before.

iii GLASS IN A BOMBED CITY

Mirrors are lucky that know
Your breasts your hair
Mirrors break that never held
Your breasts your hair

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