Child of the Spring-time,
Daughter of May,
Your hours are filled with laughter and play.
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The sunlight of a golden morn,
Slips fleetingly over tree tops;
and dips to kiss the unfathomable depths of the lake.
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Take me away from here.
Away from this Earth of false perfection.
Away from pain,
Away from suffering,
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There she stood,
Alone on the beach.
Her Chestnut hair,
Waving in the breeze.
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A life can change in a heartbeat.
The tides of fate ever rolling-
To a final conclusion.
The fates themselves,
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Oh mine lips that abstain from heavenly worship.
Mine eyes, not demurely lowered, but lifted to an appraisal of the heavens.
The tree through the window;
Soft whisperer,
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Crystal garden;
Iced flowers glinting in the rising sun.
Knife-like air cuts your throat,
And dew-damp air caresses your face.
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On the famous shore,
In the misty morning,
I hear the birds sing.
Among the flowers;
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In the icy cold we await the dawn,
the break of light over rugged cliffs.
I sing and am proud,
but the emotion is lost in the pomp and ceremony.
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I am what you wished you were, and hoped you would not be. I die every hour, every minute, every second. What is humanity but misshapen shapes in the dark?
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