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The price of freedom, each battle fought, True hearts run scarlet inside and out, The ones who wore the hero's brand watch their blood seep into t..

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! The town-crier sang, Through the village square his echo rang! Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one and all, By proclamation the King doth..

With arms around you, hands down low, a flushing ease fills heart and soul, No other touch does compare when flesh to flesh comes to bear, A forev..

Sometimes I peek through the blinds before the dawn, before his shine, I pray for clouds, maybe, just a few, to reflect the shades of pink and blue..

Dearest, There's no time to write what I want to say, these words etched in my heart, not on a page, I've memorized each phrase and every line, mo..

A little girl lost, and so far from home, with no one to turn to, all on her own, Searching for answers while making her way, she follows the path ..

In the year of Our Lord...1808, I take pen to paper manipulating the fates, My mind goes to wandering sitting there in the dim, loosing myself t..

[b]On the windswept plains of Scotland's moors where broken skies meet barren shores, the heather garnishes thick and thin, lying closely to the wa..

A projection of self into the oils that bleed giving life into an otherwise sterile scene, Bland at the taking before the pigment's applied, but..

Don't know what to think, Maybe it's better this way, Can't say what is right when you've known better days, You've traveled the distance, sung t..