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Armed with a tongue, I dare not speak;
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I watch from the distance, as the storm covers me; pouring it's dreadful rain as the dust blinds me. I look in awe and disgrace of the thundering clou..
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My lady, awake thee heavenly beams, and lay thee rest upon my dreams. Let it be known thy once tearful sorrow, and let it be known our demise the hour..
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I am lost without inspiration; I cannot think, my thoughts are empty. A sudden expectation of words I cannot see.
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I wait eternity upon this shore, crying out my heart and soul evermore. I watch thee sail beyond the horizon;
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What is this picture, but a fragment of life's shattered dream? Being the lost that I am,
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I wait my days alone, in chambers of dark endure. I hold back my tears alone, until blood shed from my eyes.
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What are we? A dream none-the-less or perhaps just maybe, a lost shepherd's sheep?
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There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove, who was said to be a saint sent from above. But no one knew just who she was; a ghost indeed was she, w..
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I see her alone in far distant breeze; as umbra despair her, which does not please. I looked into her eyes, and felt emptiness still- a little bit of ..
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