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Why does thou politics promise such beautiful days Why does thou politics promise such beautiful days, And make words travel forth into minds that cho..
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You want to be a musician, But don't have the skill to play, Don't give up hope, Just become a DJ.You want to be an artist, But you’re not a spe..
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I wanna be your feather duster Tickling your sense of selfI wanna be your General Custer Stealing your ancient land’s wealthIf you like your tea..
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EARLY ONE SUMMER MORNING, I was walking the dog down a
country road. The eyes of the sun were not yet fully awake yet its light was
awake enough, un..
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Affection
Her affection moves the earth, with music Divine -
And holds Heaven’s ambition in flesh and stone;
Knowing of the True desig..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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An old man had remained silent for many a blue moon, Sitting by a river, in the glory of God. His body glowed with a silent fire, That warmed the atmo..
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Since time is memory, I will forget to Understand
And since time is full of philosophy, I will not philosophise
And since I become aware of tim..
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In the shop window, sweets like jewels in jars,
sparkle in the eye of the child, outside looking in.
The winter air tickles his ears, turning ..
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God, crown me with Eternity, With its pure clarity and pure Space, Which doesn't blind but awakes. Crown me with Eternity, So I will not speak with my..
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Around the corner from the Queen Victoria,
Where the street, touched by spring rain, split the
light of day,
I walked beneath the cries c..
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