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In these wide fields of gold

Many stories untold

Lie dormant in the shade

As melodies of old

Voices and rusted blade

Echo but never fade…

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Never in a thousand years will I be wise enough

To equal this masterpiece that echoes in my soul

After all I am nothing but a greenhorn, a fool,

And this immense burden, I could not carry it through

With such outstanding beauty and incredible skill

Or with such eloquence or dashing, straightforward style

And under the great pressure I would certainly keel

Despite all the great stories I that know I can tell;

However I may try, there will always be deep in me

This dark, crippling fear that I will never be worthy,

But I will pursue life and always remain hearty

For I can gain from it much more than who am I…?

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So far and yet so close…

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You know how it begins

With a single soft shove

Of two with the same kins

Or perhaps lack thereof,

By deliberate hand

Or luck of destiny

And the world becomes bland

To the heart’s mutiny,

From a single moment

Is born a universe,

From a single instant

The aeons can converse,

But upon this endless

Stream of all-possibles

Sits still a featherless

Pale creature that nibbles

Away at its own branch

In a sad, lonely stench,

And only time can stanch

The flow of its thirst quench,

Perhaps. That’s the promise.

If it is not fulfilled

There is much they will miss

And all space will be spilled…

But what if it were so?

What if fate was to let

The hand of its child go?

Will they have always met?

The colours are unknown

But the tune has been played,

The long past has been shown,

The future must be slayed.

Grand romantic is gone

Now brings always’ magic,

The greatest play is done

Let us cry the tragic.

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Yes. No. In a thousand spaces lie a million times.

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Threads of midnight crying

Upon the silent world,

Old spirits are prying

And young notes rain down, pearled,

A lone soul goes to sleep,

Another one wakes up,

The oceans start to weep,

The world border breaks up,

And all I can think of

Despite the haunting dance

Of the great fires above

Is just this one lost chance…

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Step right up for the

Grand Romantic

always tragic, broken bones.