Yes i can't deny the worn out and [bad word] 
If it's picturesque
Though it's just a saying, not useful
Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours
So soon it [bad word] annoying to us
Yes between her thighs it was nothing
I don't know if she even lives, but you...
And I never was in need of touch unless it [bad word] through my heart's shape
Not like they who say it in today's fashion
Now you know what's going on with me
Trying to steal the light
And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
I'm still here breathing,
Feeling so much better than I was last year
With a curtain of smoke
And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
The welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers