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Invictus

Read and re-read it today – Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. [...]

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A seagull sings

  the distant sea beckons … but I reckon when rolling waves spray I wait for my prey when the sea is bare and dry you know why seagulls cry the sun sets on a distant land leaves behind footprints on the sand when the moon turns the sky dull all I am is a [...]

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I am in love

I had a dream there was a gleam he smiled and rode away I think of him wherever I may he is my knight shines ever so bright waging wars over the shore kneeling kings on the floor he defines the word leader the mighty wouldn’t run any speeder thirteen years armoured he marched and [...]

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My Precious

Lurking behind a looking glass peering in the dark for a reflection with thoughts fleeing as clouds on a long way to nowhere, stood solitary you. Took your hand, walked upon mountain green buried shadow of fears beneath the blazing sun rolled over misty mountains, sprinkling laughter romanced in the moonlight gazing at stardust sailed [...]

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One Last Goodbye

We shared feelings of spite yet I seek solace in your shadow You abandoned me to cold rainy nights but I longed for your warm embrace You deserted me on forlorn streets where I searched for a friendly gaze On scary days and sleepless nights you walked away smiling Now the time has come for [...]

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Forlorn Rhapsody

Deserted streets forlorn streams scarlet fields darkness sheilds weeping willow depressing low grey rainbow deepening woe sombre hues girl in blues

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! –For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not [...]

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