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Yet in the grasp Of music I release From its earthly prison, in case A little star on the horizon, has me for cease Pence in the fun, wouldn't a life With a curious silence made true The better side of courage, a whimsey and a strife Mighty as I am, being a risk in the foolery… Is like a dance with dread, and the ancient misery's We dote among, the music comes Like a reason in the mix, we serve to each other for history And the doles we found, in the years, what some's! Playing the fool, just once Mind owed mystique, and a wholly made needs Reason with me, the skill of bared conscience To look among the stillness of many, and see the deed Urge, are we the tows of a renamed irony? Once the backward stare of portent, needing a gift Of reach and remorse, powers of unique harmony Have been the suddenness, of me, time with eyes to lift Voices to assure... The taste of requirement, that has a vice we adore Rancor and peace in the miracle we name, a cooler purity Of ourselves in truth and dismays mirror, where even us, is more Liberty, and the image of unity we verify as life Taken to dry minds and heavy hearts Live for now, and the best we have to offer, a rainbows right Luck and synergy to attest, loved, is where it all starts...
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
When Enthusiasm Has Mete To Prove...
Yet in the grasp Of music I release From its earthly prison, in case A little star on the horizon, has me for cease Pence in the fun, wouldn't a life With a curious silence made true The better side of courage, a whimsey and a strife Mighty as I am, being a risk in the foolery… Is like a dance with dread, and the ancient misery's We dote among, the music comes Like a reason in the mix, we serve to each other for history And the doles we found, in the years, what some's! Playing the fool, just once Mind owed mystique, and a wholly made needs Reason with me, the skill of bared conscience To look among the stillness of many, and see the deed Urge, are we the tows of a renamed irony? Once the backward stare of portent, needing a gift Of reach and remorse, powers of unique harmony Have been the suddenness, of me, time with eyes to lift Voices to assure... The taste of requirement, that has a vice we adore Rancor and peace in the miracle we name, a cooler purity Of ourselves in truth and dismays mirror, where even us, is more Liberty, and the image of unity we verify as life Taken to dry minds and heavy hearts Live for now, and the best we have to offer, a rainbows right Luck and synergy to attest, loved, is where it all starts...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
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