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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -The Worthily Beloved William Shakespeare

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Shuffled Songs Poem!

Falling In Love With You
Crazy Nights
Nevermore
Sea of Sorrow
Home is Where You're Happy


Falling in love with you
is flying across the vast sky,
spreading my arms and my toes
to feel the whimper of the cold air's cry

Trickling my way into crazy nights
moments pass and come nevermore
Shaken by the fright
of your grief, my mind forever sore.

Your breath ensures my life tomorrow,
But it's brimming with your sea of sorrow.
You exclude me from within,
Tear from me my closest friend.

Home is where you're happy though,
I cannot pluck you from your sanctuary,
Cannot confrom you with my arbitrary
oddities;
You cannot abandon your life,
And farther on alone I must strive.

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