Long before this deserted map 
You use to dim to light 
The person you show one use to believe 
The facet has blurred the link 
You boil the greatest of lakes 
You lid the envelope of monsoon 
Your mar hushes my frame 
You lid the envelope of monsoon 
Your gilded eye 
Your sharpened speech 
You use to lend the light 
A flask welder 
Your jaunty trade 
You use to pry the weight