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The earth beneath me writhes in wonder,how could such solace pilf' and plunder?While life's once merrily residing smile,waits locked within a gaping t..
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Forgive.It is a word we all know well, yet in reprieve,we seem to forget how much it can cripple us,so in these words that I now breathe aloud, I hope..
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I feel a faint twinkle in my eye when I gaze at you,I slight flush of the cheek at the thought of you,but in my dreams is where I really feel alive,as..
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Heaven dropped a candle;it lit the town of south Denmarkwhere the beings there play "Rebel Rebel"to a singer lost in figurines;dancers of the isle,the..
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carrying falsely is a writer's left hand, it knows of no kindness, then crosses a land to which all is belov'd, where all is to stand, the great maste..
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The burden of rice--pound for pound in the gutter,plays a mean old tuneto the hymn of no otherthen the green-eyed manof seven foot three;he's got an i..
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love,such funny a wordto taint my lips and yetit flows so gently like wine.This tone,how it must've forgottenthe pollution to its vice,such dreams to ..
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