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Loseth thyself

Lo
If thou hadst
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything thou ever desired
In one moment
Wouldst thou capture it
Or merely let it slip?
Lo
His palms art cool, knees weak, out of fuel
There's drool on his armor, bejeweled, mother's gruel
He's anxious, but on the surface he appears so cruel
To joust a bout, but he knoweth he can't redo
What he doeth now, the whole court goeth so loud
He draws thy sword, but thy slices won't reach out
He's choking, how, the jester is joking now
The hourglass runneth out, times up, and now
Snappeth back to reality, o, there goeth gravity
O, there goeth the abbot, he's cloaked
wearing a cowl, he won't giveth in that easy? No
He won't haveth, he knows his psalms lo and behold,
doth not matter, he's plagued, he knoweth that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knoweth when he goes back to thy humble abode, that's when it's
Back to thy battle and, Lo, thine whole rhapsody
Best goeth capture this moment and hopeth it don't pass him
thou had best loseth thyself in thy musick, thy moment
thou owneth, thou should'st never letteth go
thou only getteth one shot, do not miss thy chance to blow
This opportunity cometh once in a fortnight, yo
thou had best loseth thyself in thy musick, thy moment
thou owneth, thou should'st never letteth go
thou only getteth one shot, do not miss thy chance to blow
This opportunity cometh once in a fortnight, lo