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Rain, pelting gently
upon the pane’s glass.
Ah! Alas!
Where hast thy travels brought you?
Why does thou come hither?
Run thyself upon my wi..
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Is it just I?
Or do I perceive a blue sky?
Justly mellow,
calm in tranquil.
Why! The wind greets me in a bow!
I cannot frown.
Neither refrain fr..
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At last!
now thou hast come,
and thee, surely, hadn’t made haste?
And where hast, my lovely butterfly,
stayed Monsieur the bear?
Old man wi..
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1815, the year that began two decades of stress, sorrow, and hopelessness for one of the most beloved composers of the classical era in music; Ludwig..
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Lovely white swan,
black opal beak,
orange, sun kissed, charming beak.
Lovely swan, why not thee come swim my way?
While the glint in your dre..
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Our Lady de Allegory:
whom doth paint pictures pretty
for whose tears we loathe,
who bring solemn pity.
Twas said she hath dwelt quite near a cove..
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A quote
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Let the darkness of night raise!
Let it be known to man,
that night and day have but one sovereign;
the sovereign of good!
the king of righteo..
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Upon a crisp fall day,
whence the sky casted somber and grey.
I teetered through an un-treaded path.
Crunching leaves,
solitarily I walked alone.
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Trickling down the window pane,
gentle, sweet inspiration...
vapored away,
slipping through my hand.
Renounced all in despair.
Drop, by drop.
Un..
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