Armmina Liberté Maclang

Row, row, row your boat
Harshly down the stream.
Painfully, blissfully, unfathomably-row!
Life’s not just a dream.
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The Rag Doll hides behind a smile
Upon her fabricated face.
She keeps that smile all the while,
But she thinks she is a disgrace.
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It’s frozen cold, my lifeless, hardened heart.
It might have never felt
The vibrancies of life, the life in art;
But who could make it melt?
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Almost everything is turning pink now,
Under the light of the rising sun.
The sky which was cloaked in its evening gown
Is now changing for its morning dress
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I cry the tears of a billion men.
I weep for all who are weary.
I have cried myself to sleep one time,
Losing hope of the world being merry.
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I ventured 'round a bush of thorns,
Finding one rose that I shall treasure.
This bush filled with hate and fear
Has only one true pleasure.
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Everybody loves this man.
They love his outside shell.
But the story of the man inside-
A cover could never tell.
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Taken by the thoughts
Of the touch of your finger tips,
Of the shimmer of your captivating eyes,
And of the warmth of your smile,
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They’ve painted me black;
They’ve painted me white;
They’ve painted me in every color and shade!
And now look at me;
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To a lady, from a gentleman, this letter here remains a myth
For the lady to whom it was addressed never knew what this man meant with:

“Salutations, fairest maiden of my incomprehensible dreams,
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