James Pansegrau Biography

On the battle field once more
Sword drawn out towards the war
Through the air the sounds of catapults tore,
As they hit you, smell the fiery tar
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When looking into the pools,
Pools of color you call eyes,
I lose my way each and every time,
Only to find my mind,
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Once emerged in darkness,
I had thoughts for no one,
Then one day came when,
You entered my life,
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Looking into the nights sky,
The moon gleaning with light
Stars shining bright
and I dream of a day
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