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The sleeping starlets from skyward fall
They are a beauty of the wayward call.
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Like jewels forgotten in the sands
I once refused my common strands.
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Deeply struck the viper's tongue
Like it is at times so sung.
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Upon the gentle boughs of night,
We chance to sing in off-wayed light.
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Upon the daylights waning trail
I shall wait in rain and hail.
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In the endless battle of your heart,
Where can my dreams fall to start?
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There was a time, not long ago, that I can remember. It was a most peaceful time, to be sure, but it was not so lovely, even then. You see, Bludturge was not
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I can't do it anymore;
I will not open another door.
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I love this creation of colored wires
And all the magic it inspires!
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Beauty is upon the sight
That knows of love by truth and right.
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Angel wings.
We will fly on forever.
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The sassy sashay of the curvaceous hips. I'm certain that you find humor in the exact biological
way of it, yes? For beauty from this feminine curv
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For in my infinity
I am losing my love.
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Alarm is going crazy, ringing in my head.
Why can't I be lazy; I'd be better of as dead.
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You'd think they were over this craze
And all of these gut melting ways.
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Rest, fellow traveler, from whence you appeared,
You and I are truly so very much the same.
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Upon the stormy hills of night
I left my heart open for every light.
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What would you do in such controling emotion?
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Cooking Mommy something. Dare I say what it is?
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Dreams like this are made of dewdrops and lime,
For only such pure vanity could come from such time.
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Do you tarry upon your way for me?
Or do you wait here for eternity?
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Fallen from the Devil's lips
The wine that all the evil sips.
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Time is not a friend of mine.
It feeds me curds and ocean brine.
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I'm up so early this devil's morn;
The fact of that, I am forlorn.
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Time runs short upon my own
Still no sign that I condone.
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Within my years, though they are few,
My wanderings met with many a soul.
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Swaying gently in the breeze.
I'll take the daisies, seven please.
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Many butterflies,
Passing by upon the air.
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I was a little caterpillar with little thought.
A tiny grub of no account.
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I do not know my chilly griffin.
He seems so nice and still I stiffen.
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I had a unicorn, a little joy in my sad life.
When he left, I was bereft.
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What can I do?
How can I end this curse?
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Upon the gentle boughs of night
The softness curls in off way-ed light.
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Petals of softened fire.
Their dewy kiss to me conspire.
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