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From the vanity table, a mirror I held glace upon extremely compelled. A face has shown, was I yet not I, it curses myself to die.
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My heart does not ache With every love I take Your voice over-shadows My lame. I repose Despite your treachery Of our love contrary;
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Deep in the forest where I lay, In my Night's-now-my-Day; The reaper's calling pass my ever dreams. I dream though I am awake, Dreaming for my siren s..
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I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass, Only I could see of its eternal mass: Of the wind sparkling with gold, As if a story unfold- Of my fan..
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My eyes be blind to thee, My heart cold like a December morn. Could condescension be, A merit of a scorn?
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One morn as under a great tree I lay, Misery held me in its pain-filled sway. I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb, Sleepwalking my way toward the d..
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I woke myself in another man's life. Reflection shown was I yet not I, A glimpse of my lone self strife. My timely age shows me to die.
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Woe unto us, one of many, Yet was not the foe-of any- Unto us the storm crashing tides, But to sail on, voyage to the depth. I envy Seas, whereon we r..
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Many years, I am who I'm not, Life pass by yet myself I forgot, Living life not as mine but mine. Could you love me without my mask?
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I see her, such beauty shrouds of light, I'd glance upon her morn, noon and night. Such innocence follows thee, Like branches of stars we see, She kno..
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