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Whose soul finds no zephyr The roaring thunder console not Wondering if the tattle Helps to find and wont find the light When the time dilates ..

I built a haven, between the road less traveled and the road well traveled by man Who are longing for answers and they found none All roads are poo..

The day you were born mirth and wild Mire is the bosom in yuletide Her charm lend the chariot and thee enthroned In clod through autumn, loved thy..

We ain't no homo sapiens nor the neanderthals The rocks ain't our tools that shape our world Adventure is lips that utter, what mountains we should..

Gentle sleep, this shiver, a sweet embrace. Sweet as nectar on budding rose of May. From a window, a wind as sweet invisibly traced Though the nigh..

This sea, battered with storm and rain And salt water piranhas on my way my boat almost sunk from the sharks perseverance and a little help from a ..

We cry but not mourn our ideas are born That we are mortals To die if we live We laugh as if crazy An assurance maybe Science have not yet dis..

Emancipation shouts aloud From the freedom that enslaved Seemingly plausible delight Buries brutely a habitual grave And when it glides through ..

Sleep tight my child shroud yourself with blanket of childish innocence I drunk the cupful of worries that keeps me awake this late Sooner or late..

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