Without the lexicon!
It cant be ′′Summer′′!
That – got through!
It′s early – yet – for
′′Spring′′!
There′s that long town
of White – to cross –
Before the Blackbirds
sing!
It<s>⠿c⠿ant be ′′Dying′′!
It′s too Rouge –
The Dead shall go in
white –
So Sunset shuts my
question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!
That – got through!
It′s early – yet – for
′′Spring′′!
There′s that long town
of White – to cross –
Before the Blackbirds
sing!
It<s>⠿c⠿ant be ′′Dying′′!
It′s too Rouge –
The Dead shall go in
white –
So Sunset shuts my
question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!