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Originally Posted by lmanos
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I don't know which to prefer, The beuty of inflictions Or the beauty of innuendous, The black bird whistling Or just after
The swells of humanity surge by; Blank faces, unseeing eyes... No head turned my way... Do I exist? The surge pauses for one... Who stops and turns... Eyes meet, we touch... I am alive... we do exist...
Who wrote this poem? I bless the starless night A night by far more lovely than the dawn Oh happy chance To discover in the barren dark The one I knew so well
You are blinded by the past, and cannot see A heart so pure and kind and only harmony. I'f you never take a risk your heart is yours to keep Love remains a dream that safe and happens only in your sleep I don't need to sell myself and men are always there But am looking for the one to...
"The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were women's looks, And folly's all they taught me.
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