My friend! I must tell the tales
Life's but an assorted brevity
breasted with wins and losses
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When will my flower ev'r bloom
for the sun nev'r smile
the river unflowing
pregnant cloud unfruitful
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many a time life's a coin
sided in two's, good bad
dicey in her loins
just like sword
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For your beauty
splashes upon my dry eye
so I cry out
the tears of the hue of rainbow.
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Let verse flow
like blood in my vein
to each stanza glow
in the minds and brain
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Oh! my star - Where art thOu land Or in sky?
Will my future be sO thin or sO keen?
Will my kismet be sO lOw Or sO high?
Time and lOve are but wOrldly encraven
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