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The brothers Engler, Berlin born, and two full years apart,
Blond and healthy, strong and bold, and dear to mother’s heart.
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Some wood from yonder virgin trees, so care’fly hewn by hand To build a tiny cabin here, in this their new homeland.
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There was once a castle in Cornwall,
And this be its story as told here by Paul.
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When life is short I question why,
Yes why, O Lord, did this one die?
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O lover of my heart and soul, my liege and gentle lord,
Protector of all that I am, with lance and flashing sword,
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Hover lover, o’er the water,
Ripples shimmer in the sun.
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Doubt now reigns where once was only hope.
Inside I wri
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Beneath a sky of di’mond blue, midst cool and biting winds,
An era ended yesterday, a new one now begins,
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"Take your time, don't live too fast . . .
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She rested once ‘neath fresh-cleaned down duvets,
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Unusual warmth, a promise born,
Of springtime yet to be.
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Dark shades of night now mask my eyes, and lead me to this place,
Where once I came in sorrows grasp, with he who would erase
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Is this an angel caught in spotlight’s glare,
A tiger cat clutched gently to her breast?
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Original artwork by Renelle Sommerville
An empty lot, what be the cause,
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O joy that bursts from deep within my soul,
And fills with peace that stills the raging sea.
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A tiny squeak, the handle turns, and then a cloud of steam,
The sound of spray envelopes me, it’s much more than it seems.
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May God forbid that I ‘ere wet an eye,
Or make a heart turn cold within a breast,
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Delicate, delicate, is the name,
That tells of the Stephi I know.
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