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Allowance


What make a man ? Are you
Fell by friends and held by others ?
Your spirit is held through
Mangled by a breeze and held by lovers

She came in the house again
Brought in the scent of her flowery rent
Her spirit unknown to you
But close to you and your flowery bent

But you let her pass by
It is allowance that I speak of
And it's hoped that she dies
Without knowing what you think of

What makes the body be close ?
You saw no stranger form than us
O will it go with me ?
Will it rise as close as thee ?

She would ask it if she had
Sight of her own [?] potential
And take it to the start
Where she calls and the [women fall ?]

But you let her pass by
It is allowance that I speak of
And it's hoped that she dies
Without knowing what you think of