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Dedicated to all ladies of the tower!
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"Mysteries of the vessels with the oceans ebb and flow are ever buried with their tales, tragedy's tombs of long ago!"
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What do I miss about London,
Of a century and decades ago?
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There were fractures beneath the town’s tidy surface,
rhythms of conversation in little questions and accusations
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Dedicated to flower power people everywhere!
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Dedicated to all lovers of Independence!
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Dedicated to those who can't resist forbidden love.
The Rt Hon John Profumo & Mistress Christine Keeler.
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A whistling through the air
then a thud and a scream
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A Majickal Childe upon a White Horse,
My meanings were truly symbolic, of course.
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Impaler, of a thousand souls.
The Son of the Dragon, takes the throne.
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My stupid corset is suffocating me,
I geuss members of high society must have learned not to breathe.
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We are tired of the hunters
always trying to play their game
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A smart, cultured man from Wales took to sea.
In service, a fine navigator was he.
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To know inside your mind and heart
the person that you are;
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"The greatest danger to man, is man himself."**
When I was wondering
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I sit here in the dark of night
And let slip these words I love
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She is the wind,
the sweet breath of heaven
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