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The sea shore is the gods lap
Where the timeless meet,
The grey ditch by the hedgerow
Is my heart’s slow beat,
The dark sky and the crow..
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The time shortens
The pace speeds,
Times pile upon times
At the world’s needs.
We are the witnesses
At the end spell,
The ranks close ra..
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What sort of wild temptress is this
That tears at the memory’s core,
That conjures and courts to dismiss
And knows not what tempting is fo..
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What futile webs our journeys weave
When seeking faces, door to door,
Small comfort for some desperate need
To set adrift the sorcerer.
The mi..
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There is no fate that
Binds us in our steps,
One to the other,
Caught fast amid the folly
That we spent;
For what, I ask, was folly
In the love ..
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After something is dead...
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A Mediaeval Romance
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When it's too late, it's too late...
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You built your stone cottages
Without any windows,
No light for your memories
No doors for your soul;
You’ve long kept your pillages
Deep-d..
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How we sin against ourselves...
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