edgar bonette clar

once in every lifetime,
an eagle above us fly;
Every seconds in time,
beauty fades, flowers die.
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I hate friendly people
for they give me no rest,
Questions they are so full,
think themselves very best.
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Out once on a midnight dreary,
my head, my bones too weary,
full of sorrows, my eyes were teary,
though the stars were shining merrily.
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If you were an eagle,
I'd hate to be a cage;
I'd rather be the sky,
that gave you freedom to fly.
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I, lonely as a cloud,
floating along memory's lane;
Remembering the past so loud,
so clear as my heart is struck with pain.
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I've been dreaming dreams of You,
since the day I chance to met You;
in a sordid lonely meadow,
down the hills when the tide was low.
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