Shall I Peek To Tried To Speak

Shall I peek to tried to speak
For there are times that I am meek
A crisis gives way the trouble thought
Bewildering yes by which I've taught

Challenge me beside the brook
Dare you might but with that look
Stab at thee and smite thy heart
For there are things that you part

Crimson tide of ebony spell
To catch a thought that others dwell
No two fools are ever apart
By that which is and we are part

So much is queried with foreign tongue
Beneath the light of yonder sun
So stab at thee with tied eyes
And see the light of distant fire

Slain me not in open vain
For there are time that I've refrain
Shall we speak in riddles and rhymes
Or bough thoughts amongst the dimes

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