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I feel not Mozart leading out seraphs Or Hegel talking to his angels Lopsidedly overblown were my expectations Of knowledge, youth, huma..

Look back firefly On time with kindly eyes She likely did her best In human nature's thirst-without-rest So drunk, we disowned it..

I shall sit and ridicule indefinitcy Play the metre with impermanence Till I should jump over uniqueness Laugh a wooden laugh at abando..

oh just give me the bloody award for best pictures already!

The blonde assassin passes on In those looks, in those thighs I assure you it's her pillow of spring A third event to me, serendipity ..

Pain is my plenty to light I gave myself to him With the ecstasy of that which Was to follow, it always follows It cannot reco..

Only right now, just now My heart shell breaks open With a splash and a cry And a marvellous sigh An instrument of this heart-core ..

We are migrant song birds Are we not, my love? Bringing our flying tears To melodious trills Beak and sun, all beak and sun And w..

I never thought that God had any form How could she, when she is all around In evolution and bred by the future Our descendent divin..

I do not dare look into your pure eyes I've seen myself there before, but not today How can I touch your miraculous hand When youth ..