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This is the story of a peasant born to the famous town plumber (If thy desire ponders over a happy ending i fear your longing be smeared dark) At an early age i left my father's path to find fantasies and mysteries that surpass the answers in books of knowledge i learned the art of magic. from the russians, the orients and the arabs mysteries way beyond the imagination, i could solve yet the only mystery i couldn't solve was why my heart couldn't let her go. night after night, theatres were packed out that i might pull the hare out the hat Or maybe draw the love from her heart Soon I became known amongst the nobles thus the Great Book confirms, " ...he shall sit with princes" nothing else satisfied me but putting the magic in her face Days passed and night came years blew and I overhear my damsel call them illusions illusions? illusions? what i fed from! what she basked in illusions? that which gave others hope? was my life an illusion? but i loved. I loved her in a thousand ways Morn came and the doors left ajar My show stolen, my canary gone the face i gloried in every morning the eyes i adored, the lips i oft kissed disappeared before me the All Known. Dear audience, I lay here cold and broken the crow mocks and the owl watches Dear audience, this night is cold colder than my very soul colder than my very soul colder than my very soul this night is cold colder than my very soul (echo) icy cold
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
This is the story of a peasant
This is the story of a peasant born to the famous town plumber (If thy desire ponders over a happy ending i fear your longing be smeared dark) At an early age i left my father's path to find fantasies and mysteries that surpass the answers in books of knowledge i learned the art of magic. from the russians, the orients and the arabs mysteries way beyond the imagination, i could solve yet the only mystery i couldn't solve was why my heart couldn't let her go. night after night, theatres were packed out that i might pull the hare out the hat Or maybe draw the love from her heart Soon I became known amongst the nobles thus the Great Book confirms, " ...he shall sit with princes" nothing else satisfied me but putting the magic in her face Days passed and night came years blew and I overhear my damsel call them illusions illusions? illusions? what i fed from! what she basked in illusions? that which gave others hope? was my life an illusion? but i loved. I loved her in a thousand ways Morn came and the doors left ajar My show stolen, my canary gone the face i gloried in every morning the eyes i adored, the lips i oft kissed disappeared before me the All Known. Dear audience, I lay here cold and broken the crow mocks and the owl watches Dear audience, this night is cold colder than my very soul colder than my very soul colder than my very soul this night is cold colder than my very soul (echo) icy cold
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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