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Can I be every love song written? Or a longing lost in your heart? Sweet melodies and Forgotten harmonies Are the ampersands linking my soul with yours. Sempiternal presence and wishes, Have you found a rocondite? You will never be able to catch a bolide, Nor find Yoknapatawpha. Yet why do I feel so close to you? A la belle étoile, Under the beautiful star, Maybe I wish to be held In honest, caring arms. Serendip will come at last, Cicatrix will fade away. As I slowly saxify, Will you ever realize Now is too late?
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Quietus
Can I be every love song written? Or a longing lost in your heart? Sweet melodies and Forgotten harmonies Are the ampersands linking my soul with yours. Sempiternal presence and wishes, Have you found a rocondite? You will never be able to catch a bolide, Nor find Yoknapatawpha. Yet why do I feel so close to you? A la belle étoile, Under the beautiful star, Maybe I wish to be held In honest, caring arms. Serendip will come at last, Cicatrix will fade away. As I slowly saxify, Will you ever realize Now is too late?
Quietus: receipt; release; act of dispatching or disposing of; knockout or fatal blow; death.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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