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Tell me where it begins,
Because we know how this ends,
Did it start by the eyes -
Or with the ears, when words
Flew on silver wings?
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Is this the end of my heart’s toil?
An unreturned
reply,
An unrequited
love.
How can I abandon this road?
Though a famine road..
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Yesterday I watched the trees sway in the breeze,I would not be able to bend them with my hands,And I saw that unseen forces bend us worst,It is those..
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I watch the swallows circle McEwan's Hall,And wonder who could tame these wild birds,Which come and go to their hearts' desire,And press on me covetou..
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True tears do taste like salt water, When broken hearts breed bitter fluids, And that is how the Aegean rose, And why we lost our heroes.
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I loved you, so I built these seven pillars of wisdom,
and
wrote your name within its pages
For you, the white goddess of the seven ..
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I know you lay there sleeping gently,
Moonlight resting on your weary head,
As life gives you her last sweet kisses,
Which you’..
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There is no other road for you to take,
It has ended with nothing left to follow.
You shall not grow old nor see again,
Or feel anot..
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For Stephen Comerford it becomes difficult not to lose his personal life in the political and social changes in the world. Even harder is crossing the..
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The spring of 1912 marked the end of
Stephen Comerford’s third year in the Royal College of Surgeons. Aged twenty-one
he held himself ..
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