I will not wait for his breath to resign
So that I can curse the activities of his office
He has to discern the lot before he goes to sleep
He has to be told everything while his eyes are wide open
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My pen has dug in deep and it refuses to die.
Its crimson ink desires to portray concealed dark images
Of the outlying past that were once trampled beneath embryonic
Loads of word stipulating the organic rules.
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Away many miles even you may be,
In my heart pain mounts, breaking away
Its delicate bits glued together for free
By love from you who for my comfort has final say.
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I am but a silent observer placed far and high,
Yet among you my eyes roam boldly.
From me comes a message the time is nigh;
For you whom I love fondly.
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If at the beginning of all you were there
And at the end your presence still be felt,
Within this you would find for life all pleasure;
You would explore your world and have all joy;
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For me no morning comes after night
As no night is without breaks even to the end
And morning comes since when dawn breaks.
For me there is nothing but continuous misery.
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All I have for you is my heart, nothing else.
Now and then the feeling is renewed;
Although life exists only in us two;
But as for me, none is there other than you;
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Feel my pulse and append some commentary.
Does it mean anything to you now?
Tell me the truth and unburden me now;
For all I need is a true answer from you,
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Oh, pink rose you bring me real joy!
As the air you scent for me, no one else.
Among roses of all hues you stand out,
And render all nature but useless;
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As you besiege me within your world
That I may be freed my heart yearns.
Yet as you grant me that freedom,
The passion that I remain there consumes my soul;
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