They do so cast
nothing misgivings
from the past
a deceiver would
...
Give unto me
thy manner of speech
you do so speak
it doth make me think
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In the clear cold cloudless night
be still
gaze upward into the stars so pure
and it's radiance will cast thee down
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When you Trapped me deep Within Your Robes.
thus Forgiven; I have forgiven you so many times
and you and yes and you.
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No, ' don't stop the world
and yet for me the sun it smiles.
While even the trees with all their leaves
the wind must part.
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As for the many deaths of you want to be a model.
The spark it could point to you or you
international runways open for discussion.
But you are young
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Many there they were
strapping and full
to bursting
and over at the rectory
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Being a prepubescent boy of twelve, and death
was a tent
under which we and others would know no sleep.
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Because nothing grew there when I was young.
For so long it was barren.
Flowers that bloom deep purple and red.
Pink flamingos that soar high over head.
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