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These bubbles are for you my love
so catch them in your hand
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Tell me where to find expression
defining lines of your impression
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There lies
the quintessential truth
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Do senses cast aside belie
if beauty is but for the eye;
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What heart of love sustains as air
with all conditions wavered, rare;
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His wallet full from sacrifice he'd rather long forget.
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O' bliss of an Autumn's sky
where days linger in search of orange moons.
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HIIII-YAH!...A chop to the neck!
KER-POW!...A thud in the guts!
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If only I could free the flow
of thoughts that linger deep below
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"The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed,
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Appeasing grief, the feeble glow,
slow and weak releasing;
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A little weed had sprouted
in the ground by yonder fence,
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Cliffed high upon my island view
bold winds call forth the mother land;
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Go quietly my rivulet, assure thy river's fame
for many ancient hamlet forever knows your name.
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