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There’s a place out in the Red Land
Where the song of death sang bold
Where the heat turned men to madness
Then left them dead and ..
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High couture webbingsuperior crafstmanshipBluebottle dining............................My PianoSlight are the changesMelding floating in tandemAs hamm..
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We flew, you and I
To galaxies beyond the stars,
(Where the mind cannot even imagine)
Way past Saturn and over Mars.
With bated breath..
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Come into my parlour
Said the dragon to the fly
Come, sit on my tongue where it’s warm
For I’ve a fire burning and the heat is ju..
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Oh how I loved those blessed get togethersWith their background musicIdle chit-chat and laughterThe clink of fluted glassesThe crackle and flame of a ..
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Each evening
the moon is netted by the sea
To light her
rhythmic waves of green marble
And there it
sits. Its light as pale as milk,
Quive..
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Ah, The old, old story of lost love.
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Poised in that brown area of solidness
Which dared to glare defiantly,
They came, without asking
Rising from the earth,
Their coiled h..
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They CameBecause I was at a lossPoised in that brown area of solidnessWhich dared to glare defiantly,They came, without askingRising from the earth,Th..
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Let me sleep somewhere atop this mountain fair
Close by the sky, breath in the purest air
With chin in hands gaze out to all around
Made dizz..
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