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This is the way days go by Never to return, this is the smile you get From somebody dearly departed But only in a lucid dream We shou..

The palace weeps, for the Queen is dead Our muse has fallen, love has been swallowed So what then of knowledge for its own sake? What ..

I sit in a mood of reverie To my last muse, artistic desire Of things half-glimpsed in poetry Or music of the moods of a poet Faces..

Monotony, will you hold my hand? In resplendent amber-hours of stability I need some same moments To rest, that will happen again So yes..

Days to come stand in front of us Like candles, warm, golden If only the sunshine on our faces Could melt what we have witnessed The gloom..

When I cried for help You were not there Not angels of mercy Or loving friends I waited half sleeping for a sob To shut me up in t..

I am in love with Ocean It is my bread of stone Waves crashing against my personal life It' s a brief wonder I'm conscious at all I am..

There is a place beyond ambition That glow of selfishness does dim Not even for others in the end But for a portrait of transcendence ..

Motionless beneath the night It's another day of praying invisible I will wake desiring rain of fragrance like dew And will walk for mos..

I never saw your hands before Because you, you were the lost part of me I fell into your lap, and forgot to finish What I started, li..