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My pocket-watch tells me it's ten to three,
The moon peers though a silver tinted shroud. -
The eyes that drink the music that I think
The way they capture everything of me -
Sweet Cupid sets his aim upon a Grace
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We'll stand beside the sacred spring of life And hold it safe despite what man would do
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Cherry blossom snow of softest pink
Adds magic to a street in any town -
He ripped away the patriotic fog
By painting scenes of brutal blood and gore -
It is the finest tool that man has owned
The true embodiment of every thought15 lines, 9 comments, on May 2 4:36 PM 2008. In tribute -
My pocket-watch tells me it's ten to three,
The moon peers though a silver tinted shroud. -
There's no more Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Since Alice stopped their battle with her blade -
It seems the world can laugh and wear a smile
While all I see is veiled in monochrome -
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The clouds that hid the stars have rolled away -
Poetry opens the doors to my soul
Spinning the magic that make me complete -
She sits and stares but sees an endless space
Where once she saw the man who won her heart
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