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previously i would of said love was the purpose there was a heart to this universe and it circulated meaning to every extremity but now i wake to toil silver and gold pockets finally a son to profit my father was right we're all just a number and we cant add up to lofty goals or life plans you're not a doctor. i'm not a police man. dream no more my sweet those are shores we'll never meet ithaca is no more and never was and i'm not the kind of king to be waiting on a prince, a pauper, a peon i'm only a man in an argument with God but its a problem that is often never solved life is getting what you dont want and making the best of disappointment oh penelope it may be 10 years or twenty but i'll make it back! i swear i'm coming back! with money in bags and cloudy eyes 'how're you?' 'oh, you know me i'm making it by and by' 'but you're not you you're not you anymore' and we'll both get by not really happy but, hey, thats life maybe one day i'll wreck upon your shore and your suitors will meet me and my sword i can string a bow and keep my word all at once oh penelope wont you wait for me? wont you unweave this burial shroud? because i am not no no no i am not dead yet.
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 1:05 AM UTC
penelope
previously i would of said love was the purpose there was a heart to this universe and it circulated meaning to every extremity but now i wake to toil silver and gold pockets finally a son to profit my father was right we're all just a number and we cant add up to lofty goals or life plans you're not a doctor. i'm not a police man. dream no more my sweet those are shores we'll never meet ithaca is no more and never was and i'm not the kind of king to be waiting on a prince, a pauper, a peon i'm only a man in an argument with God but its a problem that is often never solved life is getting what you dont want and making the best of disappointment oh penelope it may be 10 years or twenty but i'll make it back! i swear i'm coming back! with money in bags and cloudy eyes 'how're you?' 'oh, you know me i'm making it by and by' 'but you're not you you're not you anymore' and we'll both get by not really happy but, hey, thats life maybe one day i'll wreck upon your shore and your suitors will meet me and my sword i can string a bow and keep my word all at once oh penelope wont you wait for me? wont you unweave this burial shroud? because i am not no no no i am not dead yet.
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craig-reynolds
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 1:05 AM UTC
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