No.1668
Into the night we wandered,
Chasing the owls call,
But all our dreams were squandered,
As we began to fall.
For the power and the promise,
We sang our battle cry,
But it was taken from us,
And we were left to die.
Uncowed by fear of night,
We refused to yield,
And in the morning light,
Our future was revealed.
How this tale will end,
I'll leave for you to tell,
But to the last I will defend,
That this whole thing will end well.
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My legs they ache,
My back it breaks,
As cold winds blow o'er icy lakes.
All sense refrains,
What's gone remains,
All that was found is not sustained.
Down here beneath the light of day,
Where shadows cast just light the way,
Where I began but cannot stay.
For home lies across the sea,
This I have seen but cannot be,
So don't you worry about me.
For what is lost is not forgot,
And cowed by thunder we were not,
For we adored the lightning shot.
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I walked into the desert,
With nothing but a name,
No memory no thought,
and no one else to blame.
The past holds all the answers,
but it holds them not for me.
A single solemn whisper sounds,
Saying, "Just let it be."
There's wisdom in the whisper,
but as it passes by,
I turn toward the heavens,
and shout my defiance at the sky.
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At dawn the golden lyre sings,
As soft as waters call,
The dove spreads its dusty wings,
And forgets about night's fall.
From its bed of ash and cinder,
The fire springs anew.
No need for flint nor tinder,
It's flame is bright and true.
All around it warmth and light,
Are given from its heart,
What a wonder it enters sight,
Just as the music starts.
In time it will grow still stronger,
And wander ever by us,
And the light will linger longer,
That the night may never try us.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will weave my mind,
A patchwork dream all made of steam,
That leaves the earth behind.
In higher halls with lofty eyes,
We drank and ate our fill,
The torches burned, the night was spurned.
We go where'er we will.
In wingless flight we took our leave,
Of all that lay below.
It ain't been long and perhaps I'm wrong,
But I'm glad to see it go.
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The simple song that silence sings sneaks soft across the sky.
A single sound that speaks itself and cannot be denied.
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