Steeds of Sentiment

See upon my generation. So charged like an atoms split. Many celebrations in libation. To move a soul on its tilt, lit and fit.

Where endless currents wash over. Your thirst comes sober. I say, that look we know. And my heart is an open book for you to sow.

Come sit at my table. Their light doves come with a caring call. Where lies a feast for all. And you see upon our fable.

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