Lonely is the friend of our music,
Joy of the toys of beauty have arisen,
Like the memory of a peaceful time
So long ago.
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Heidegger creates some strife for the being people,
Yet each philosopher admires him for his zeal in words,
Spoiling is the word of the religion, the helping carries on,
And the reading is best for the subject of ontology.
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I was running with my friend yelling behind me,
Running behind me was my friend.
Fierce white columns of dancers thrusting towards our hearts,
We trudged and murdered the soils so swiftly
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The day came where it was,
Why do exits come to will
The ways of men and women
In union?
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The light of performance is a manifestation,
Delight comes to the light of our soul,
Little by little the variations arise
From creations and limits awfully rewound.
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The fair-haired man was under artificial lights,
White trousers with white and beige dress,
Over the reins a man holds a horse
That dances like a rogue of offering and justice.
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I came through the destructive valley,
Forming rituals and other despicable acts,
And then my situation turned sour from beliefs
That mattered because they were muttered.
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I hope on laughter and I hope on
With lots of futures too calm and beautiful,
So then my past is my plan for the time
Enclosing my life, little future is little present.
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The melody of beauty perches on the soul,
Music refracts like light inside the soul;
My class is not so obsolete, once I
Forgive your friendship, like a man in doubt.
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