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Every night I lie awake and listenTo creaky doors and squeaky floors'''Tis only the weather'', the wind sighs -'''Tis only me on the moors.''Every nig..
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The sighing winds had lulled me here;The waltzing boughs, too, had fallen for its charm;The ivy, the ferns, the alders and the birches;The quivering h..
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When sorrow fills me these silent hours,When hope has flown o’er restless waves,I watch the grey clouds sigh out heavens showers,Awaiting blue s..
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There is a light in the distance,yet towards it there is no road.There is a light, I can see it,on midnight clouds its golden reflectionafloat.There i..
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My soul, destined to be lit; how it aimlessly dwells;among darkened hills, among its hidden spells,and in the distance all that I hear; the summoning ..
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But how the realisation of my very existencehas grown likeflowers, yet none beautiful; each dayI wonder, I think, I doubtas to why I am here, as to if..
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I looked for you whilewalking through forgotten aislesof the ever so quiet librarythe nearby woodsthe solitary streetswhere no soul ever wandersafter ..
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Butto bea careless birdchasing the limitless heavensof untroubled airno desire to look down atthe jealous gazeof two eyesblankly followingfrom a chair..
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And my soul continues to reveal its dark corners,and my mind has sailed through furious wavesAnd my awareness I thought I once had I have no longer,fo..
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I amstartingto fallin the illusion ofwhere the lovers dwell.
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