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...
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.
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
Angel of Serenity, Long have you been gone, teach me that which have been lost to me. I can no longer feel your presence. Angel of Serenity, Try - grant me solace with your wings, even when you'd flown you'd always and given that which cannot be had. So tell me, Why is it hard to forget that angelic smile, through tears I fought away silhouettes and yet, nothing could cheer my weary soul. Angel of Serenity, with whom I dare not hope, now you've taken even the memories and if I were to move from here teach me how.
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