I steel words, ...all I ever knew...
If I would dare... To tell you...
Thou art so fair of outward view...
With thy dark hair, thy honey skin,
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For the one I long for..
I have made you this wreath...
For everything that you gave me…
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Thou art...
the wisdom of autumn,
a coloured autumn leaf, fallen of a tree,
a winter dream,
...
I am submerged in an odd recurrence
feeling diffident and abashed
by the deafening sound
of a pursuit
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Desire we have known before,
for the soul there is no protection,
fear slips in through the backdoor.
Did Emily meant the hearts affection?
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You are a dream comming through
and a nightmare of darkest hue.
You are the sun on a warm day,
while icy clouds won't drift away.
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What so false as words are?
Talking of a splinter.
I shall not weep a winter long!
I shall not strive to recite!
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in believe it lays hidden they say
a lovely thing in dutch for fools in wait
to walk so sweet with wisdom away
to fear it, to speak it not, it's worth to debate
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