Why with the warmth and joy
For those is with whose we to whom them
Where, when, then what goes who
Fragile stomach, more faith in you then any god
The way of the ways is an answerless riddle
To pluck on about peep, could you do that thing?
Could you do that thing that moved the artist to tears?
Involves movement of all our children
Not yet quite grown to die
All the same but so diverse in blaming those few
It's for seeking all that is weakening, timorous about time
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"Four Humours" as written by David Newfeld Adrian Jewett
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