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As drummers beat the morning start,as horses gallop to near from far,and black charcoal does burn away,to start the battle of today.As trumpets play a..
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People say im crazy,some say im mad,but all that i wanna be,is to be your baby and sleep on your lap.My friends call me an idiot,and yours call me a j..
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How among the many,do there bare contradicts as such,where some adhere to the meaning of life,and others to what never appears?How among the nobles,do..
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Among the midst of clear redwillows,hidden between this world and the next,are stains made from thorns that prick us,whilst our blood be fresh.Torn be..
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" War never decides who is right...but who is left behind." - Bertrand RusselThere was always something about those mensomething that will force anoth..
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No one knows from where he'd hither,not one would know his hailbut as much as people love to curse each other,he hides himself behind the veil.His way..
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Have you ever felt this way before?the way, you know (blushing),that makes a man smile,and turns dull cheek Amor.The sudden change in the color of the..
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Lo, forth I am from my father's bloodand born to deem his nameand bestowed both bone and fleshand a home to claim.Lo, forth I am my mother's childto h..
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An Open Eye, mean and bluewas embeded within a scroll half burntwith spots and stains of a sort of blood,maybe that of this seasons' hunt.A partial to..
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I have forever held trust and faith,in a story, folklore,about an old manhigh on his throne,watching his rise... disowning his fall,and with every new..
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