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Fleeting winds whisper to sing of tragedy,
Weaving the birth of pleasure spitefully, -
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by Utopian Evolution 127 lines, 8 comments, on Dec 20 12:03 AM 2008. In Adult
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Ceasing the darkness that roamed free,
Accepting my fate, for now you hold the key.' -
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You are my song and I, the empty page,
For you freed me from my desolate cage. -
What does the glorious morning see in you,
That is blind to me by the morning dew? -
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And you are that jeweled pearl all men long,
That rare, dreaming angel that lives among -
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