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To what degree does love surviveNo matter what it cost,Can man escape lost love aliveOnce it is truly lost?When let into a tender heartLove pierces ma..
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Raglan Roc was a Warlock, andHe lived up on Mandrake Hill,Up where the witches gatheredOnce a month, for a coven spell,He tended his herbal garden, gr..
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Death called my name, and I replied,‘I’m not quite ready now.There must be others, more deservingOf your time, somehow.I find I still have..
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‘I wish that I could be young again,’He sighed from his easy chair,Watching the film he’d made back thenWhen there was still time to..
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They had said that he was dying butHe might as well be home,He was taking up an empty bedAt the hospital, in Rome,And no amount of medicaments wouldBr..
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It started late on a Sunday night,The sudden rattle of pans,With nobody in the kitchen then,‘What’s happening, Dianne?’Dianne went p..
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I’d seen her wander along the streetA number of times, or more,And know I should have approached her thenBut she might have said, ‘what fo..
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I always knew there was something strangeAbout that farmer’s stile,For no-one ever climbed over itAnd I’d watched it for a while.The field..
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I sit entranced by the silver screenTo watch and wait for your eyes,To peer on out, as I sit and dream,Between the clouds in my skies.I’ve carri..
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He kept them locked in a tower,And I’ll let you guess the score,The thirteen women that disappearedTo leave not a sign before.We thought we woul..
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