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the silver pane, not dull or crassbeneath a thinning frame of glassa mimic moves, with great perfectionas i stare at my reflectioni see myself, all an..
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Rumors and daggersaliketo twist until deathand painbut the simpleness usedis bluntly plain
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Birds of a featherheld under the cloudy weatherunder the tempest rainfor winds push southand into the mouthas the tempest drug them down
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The lions hoardsthe lakes and fords,lets the lambs thirst to deathand shepherds blindto all their kindto let the lions playupon their sleepthey often ..
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I sigh each rhythmi sigh each rhymeyet none of whichi feel are minefor the air around buzzes its staccatowhen i wish for a rest
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If I go deaf from music,The world will do me kind,Formusic weaves a world itself,and living thereafter with music in my mind,
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weweresoclosealmost inseperablebut now we seemto be drifting but,ever so further apart
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wise men or old foolsthe soft hearts of youthscannot learn the differencefor the world is too terrible to tell
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A tree in bloomat near high noonin the middle of the seasona finch it chirpsa crow it cawsbut neither without reasona desert hotor converse coldboth c..
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After time, when all things fadea constant sea we all must wadefor oceans fall, to cliff rise tallas a click is heard in stills,the warm breath of air..
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