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Have I woken from a dream?
Or does this fruitless mirage waver, like restless rain?
Do I paint with idle colours? Or watch them trickle into the dr..
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Lords, ladies, riders of the veil
Gather at once to hear these tales
Of crackling fire, chants and cries
That take the midnight as it burns the sk..
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Keepeth the night at bay
For tears have fallen within blue rain
Slight cuts in the mountain strong
That hold on to ancient storms
Steeples of..
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The horse shivered in the snow. Its rider was a large man wearing a big coat and an old hat. He was chewing a cigar, watching the valley in front of h..
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The violins sounded sweet in the night air. Glasses of cool champagne, strong whiskey and thick cigar smoke were present, all adding to the atmosphere..
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Shards of contempt spare the seeker
For the stitches of simplicity make him weaker
The throws of gold and crimson old
Slice him like a newborn fev..
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The breeze whipped wildly down the beach.
The ocean raged, spraying up against the cliffs. It was a wild habitat, not fit
for people. Great gulls an..
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I bathe the silver stairway
For it climbs into autumn
Speak to the leaves, convince them of promises
For they wash in the falls that are pur..
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Follow the splintered starlight on
For home is where it goes
Keepeth the window that opens wide
For the shackles will soon be none
Solve the..
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Splendid silver serpents
Atop a little hill
Looking over gardens
That stretch so far, until
They slither under brambles
And rustle until dawn..
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