Overtuning Rapture

O how challenging it is to pursue this lime

The cold winter nights, the rough stormy sea

The morbid state of mind, the anticipations

The diverging expectations, the luminous eyes

All too interesting seem a sight to speculate.

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O how green the colour of an emerald

The emotions’ dispositions, the characterization

The genetically gawking mindsets, the misfits

The unceasing tantrums, the disbelieving mind

All too true coming such void of a source.

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O how pleasant it would be to be pursued

The eagerness from a volatile source

The affection stricken inclination

The replacing suitor, the immutable pursuit

Ah they provide seventh heaven attachment.