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'Harry never had presents
Not real ones
Not his own'
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'washing dirt into the dishes
Rinsing with my unseen tears'
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'From the mullioned windows of his bleak abode
The giant gazed at the white silk sheet'
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'Tracking down the miserable, the free and the just
to paint them on virgin paper
Prying into sorrow, just to hear it's silent scream'
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'Blackbird sings in roundelays
On freshly laundered morning'
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'N ight dancer, sister of the moon
Heart stolen, ever crying to come to earth'
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'She, Egypt’s daughter
Isis by Nile’s water'
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'thin cats wail in back alley
where soft grey shadows leap and play'
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'When the orchestra strings start to play a new waltz
Some men look for a partner thats terribly false'
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'The hands of time are moving still
And I have yet my dreams to fill'
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'When down they lay me at your feet
In coffin veiled this life complete'
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'To part the veil that's twixt our mortal hearts
And feel your kiss and hear your rising breath'
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'Of humility, it’s there till voiced, then through
Xerography; is it art of words, or light?'
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'Touch not!; ShE cannot love
and you will Drown indeed'
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'How sad your absynthe coutenance now
and soon this dying land you'll leave'
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'Sitting on the wind that breathes
flitting lightly unaware'
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'Twilight’s mantle guides my way as
Aged Merlin watches o’er me'
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'I never knew that angels lived
Nor heaven's veil would part'
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'In Summer, sun doth warm the hours
and deck the world in lovely flowers'
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'In a satin night by the firelight'
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'Money root of all that's bad'
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'She loved the garden dearly
Climbing tree and moss clad wall'
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'Her green grey absinthe pallor pale
for he who’s lost beyond the gale'
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'Upon a winters night
When cold I lay sleeping'
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'Chocolate my paramour
It is the perfect lover'
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'Eternally; we hold your hands
You fill our hearts with legacy'
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'Merlins mad sorcery
turned a small boy
into Englands new king'
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'And screaming in my soul’s a stifled dream
Unspoken dreams and fettered thought’s desire'
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'The red of eye and red of hidden ire
Are drowning in the silent echoed scream'
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'I watch the trilling waters
flow past my weary feet'
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'Muslin, matted, melted, mould'
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'Crumbled, clotted, crumpled, clump'
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'Words are my livelihood...,'
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