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Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Your poetry voices my thoughts,Your melody sounds like my emotions.It wrenches at my heart and helps me to realise my own pain.It brings forth remorse..
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Underneath the lesser light through waxes and wanes,Anxiety sinks in as the seasons change,You haven't made up your mind,As I slowly lose mine,I'm too..
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Your silence cuts me deep,Whilst the world [my blade] is sound asleep,To my thoughts I softly weep,Over a never-forgotten cause,The past it has such s..
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Creator of morality,Protector of fools,Restrain the superior,Child's play's rules.Bind your secrets,'Till none prevail,To free your desires,Beneath Li..
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