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As life breaks forth we learn to fightBut we fight because we have to learnPower shadows hopeful lightCorrupting those with no returnA deadly passion ..
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A lonely bard wanders the landA mandolin in his cold handHis trembling feet caress the sandCalling the name of ItalyHalf of a man, lost without loveIn..
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Adolescent dreams of fame asSparks of language fly to pageThe beauty of my woven textCan only strain a dull effectBecause when words spill from my pen..
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He stands a god of graceful fightAn idyll of the world's beautyWielding lyrics of placid mightPreserved in subtle poetry Englands ago he walked the ea..
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