The sun appeared and conquered the moon, It was a fete never…
Too much meditation, Causes great construction. In this life of illusion, Fear…
Sketchers drawing imaginations of life. Somewhere a broth is being made. Someplace…
I shall sit by the side, And watch gleefully at their wild…
I wanted to speak of love, And so I summoned my lovely…
It flew away from me, But as always He never fails me.…
The musician on the stage, Strumming out of age, A new beginning.…
…for once the bourgeoisie allowed check-ups, It was shocking yet admiringly what…
A song is moving on In its trail, awakening sweet memories Memories…
Oh death! Come on me You servant of none Come and rid…
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