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The echo still pounds down onto the ceilings; widebasedfeelings, detached from the vain faces of sanity, And denounced by reason: Dementia! still sing..
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Once into the distance,a some of times too soon!what little of my presistence,left...has vapoured to mere words o' fume!Thou... art my waking dream!li..
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SAD FORECAST!
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After the rain has fallen,and is washed away -Our Love,some scattered words forbidden...for they will never come above!so littering the gloom,of midsu..
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untie the wielding shields that hold the wings of the barricade together, and reach into the core of the man i am. and when you do, care for the shade..
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I came across a lonesome face,among the figures stuck in traffic,Someone there, somewhere,Longs for a distant place...A place, of dreams and magic.thi..
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behold before your wretched selfthe vicious vanity, and welfare string.as played upon the little ref,and to the people's minds would sing.up in the he..
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the sunlight braids rained onto the dusty folds of our parking-lot-like schemes, and filled the gapping leaps between our sentenced deaths with the oc..
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O' yellow, fellow, mourning braids,come,do dance along the whalling end.While the pretty, many, serving maids,attending to -merily, the humming wind!L..
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Do we forgive ourselves,So often a day....That all our dreams,Bestowed ar't through?Regardless now,Of all the common delights,And the blasphemous plea..
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