Guiding us through light streaked haze,
points the crusted chain,
to overwhelm in shadow paint
a thing once loved, now slain
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Safe now and free to plough the sweeter deep
where to do's and not to do's count no more
In closing eyes I plan no more to weep
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From dark deceit where cleverly
I wily steer my selfish goals
I thank my wit for saving me
the fruitless pain of braver souls
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They see a mad man dancing in the park.
He’s no follower or leader,
neither bellower nor bleeder
He just glimpses light, where they see dark.
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Anchored, long-line ashore.
Tucked up for the night,
not a soul in sight.
Hills fade to silhouette,
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We left the beach and dusty road
And scrambled up the rock strewn hill
The moon was full, as were our hearts
And all around was still
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Having been deserted
by his golden touch,
he was left with twelve bars
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Need and greed don't often rhyme
but when they do, buy quicklime.
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