Poetry is the rhythmical recreation of beauty in words - Edgar Allan Poe
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One thing about emperors that you should know - they are freaking unfortunate, it's so darn hot in that darn costume of theirs. And I wore it for just 15 minutes.. Imagine a day in that costume..fuh...
To live and die at the same time, means much to the soul and the mind as the overbearing myth of ascension takes over from within, you'll see for yourself the wisdom that stifles the truth. To live and die at the same time, means much to the deaf and the blind crescendoing collapse of the sex of insanity wild straws and bamboo shoots, you'll see for yourself the folly that ignites the passion. It is not (though easy it may yet seem) to live and die at the same time, but if I could search forever for a moment or fill a million jars with memorie it would be to live and die with you ( purgatorial? ) and finally proclaim, eius est usque ad coelum et ad inferos
Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the mediocre mantras and the summoners' woes. Love's lost refrained by the symphonies of life the gaze of one true sight and the voracious tides. Love's lost refrained by simple a gift of life the atonement of sin and the lamb who died. Love's lost refrained by the melodies of life the chords that still sing and the eternal rites.
Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life without your touch Only my footsteps in an empty house I fear limits overstep without my spouse Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life there's no joy as such Only my heartbeat on an empty bed I'd rather be browbeat than living dead Dearest wife I miss you so much My lonely life I long for your touch.
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