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The old cuckoo slept Awake in the infinity of dreams Softly it kept Resting under the oaken beams. Tossing its voice With a strengt..

The different perspectives of music

She keeps the clock because he hates it

She whisked along the frog-torn path, long dress clanking against the leaves. Her shrouded shoulders heaved with the sighing bag of logs, her fi..

There were three things that I wanted to tell him

Slowly the moon rises And pen to paper is put A life of a shadow Unveiled Borne to all the world Not to see To find Amongst t..

About a footbal game

The same harsh tune always plays

Memories can be forgotten

Sound