in a dream I shall feel that runs blue- with fair hair;
between the oleander of mad seas;
lies in wait! for more than a thousand years!
...
North
West + East
South
In which direction does this soul blow?
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Just a kid here you see.
Just a kid playing three-
Just a kid out at sea...
Just a kid in all honesty.
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Endure calmly like a cold breeze.
Traveling soldier swiftly Never 3.
In the stillness of Winter the dreamers sleep,
In the streets of time the spirits seek,
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Little fairies building castles-
Way up high- Up in the sky-
Sitting on marshmallow clouds-
Chewing cotton candy.
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Casting down holy spades.
Dead Man's Switch left in vain-
Sold my king for a queen-
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In summertime, our smiles are innocent, like lilies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it races from heart to soul.
If skies are blue, our smile is playful — two people dancing across infinite galaxies.
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Forgive me for Liking you too much,
I will forgive you for not noticing it.
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Civilization- Only nine meals away from anarchy.
Blast from the past-
Lines of Angel's amonst my Heaven.
Woe Scarlet Red Eyes.
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Lost in this Dream-
Dancing with frozen memories
Stolen by Angel's Keys
Latched on to Destiny
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The snow places a white hat and snowy belly pierced with light;
your taste of the devil's paladins;
that by starlight! framed by a small branch!
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MayDay, MayDay
Is anyone there! ?
MayDay! MayDay!
No one was there
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He who rides at midnight's Dawn,
He who's time stopped at 'five'
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Friendship is the only cement that will hold the world together. – Unknown)
Great Lily
in a dream I shall feel that runs blue- with fair hair;
between the oleander of mad seas;
lies in wait! for more than a thousand years!
On the blue summer evenings by the wave.
- of worlds on a journey, who grin at the sky.
In a slumbering alder green and bronze dream.
- from violet forests: through this horror of space.
Like a great lily, and falling with the waters
his little black puppets, why the blue silence
of an eternal voice?
but endless-
Into the ferocious tide rips, in the long violet coagulations,
stronger than alcohol lightnings and realize in antique dramas
the scented twilight, long violet coagulations.