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A key to life is letting go

Of all this great messy madness,

Your secrets, your fears and your dreams,

To throw away or just let melt

What might have been ages ago

For the world in its huge greatness

Might not always be as it seems;

But forget not all you have felt.

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Oh do what I never have had the courage to,

Run and fly and laugh and travel around the world,

Speak your heart now – whenever you can! – speak it true,

And happiness will rain upon you rich and pearled.

I know, I do! I should not be telling you this.

“Oh you are such a fool, could you only measure…!”

I can here hear her say, showing what I will miss,

But I cannot help it, your smile is my treasure.

Fly away little bird far yond the horizon,

No matter in which skies your soft feathers rise in,

No matter where from comes this glow so pure, so warm,

It is my guiding light, my lighthouse in the storm.

Fly far away but know still I am here for you,

Do all to be happy – what I could never do –

For that is my desire and, even were it lies,

Were this a poker face, that a clever disguise,

Hid I my tender pain behind a happy smile,

It matters not you see for I can play my part.

Despite my heavy soul, despite my sullen heart,

Your happiness is mine; rain will pass in a while…

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How many would drown in their tears

If they counted what they had lost

And, too, what they have never gained?

All those moments, those wasted years,

Would they even measure the cost

Or would their hearts be far too pained?

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Comes a cold rain of salt and a cruel dash of grey

In the blue skies above where the sun is setting,

Time has come to a halt, the weather gone astray,

In this land they call love we should be forgetting…

In the night stars appear, shining bright and many,

Strangely this sight warms not my lone soul now submerged,

At the end of the pier flickers a light any

Would follow in strong storms, by its green color urged.

“Hope”, I would have once said, fooled by it as the Great,

Hoping it could repair what had long been broken

But years pass I’m afraid; love, though not into hate,

Can turn into despair, in burden its token.

The wind loudly howling and lightning then thunder

On the wuthering heights of this poor human mind

Seem now to be scowling down at me, far under;

In my heart rise great frights for no more am I blind…

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Life is so beautiful, defying every law,

Leaving us all in awe, both empty and so full,

It doesn’t make much sense, not always logical,

Experience magical and ever so intense,

Most make it through the years without having once slowed

Down to look where they strode and simply greet their peers,

Others give in to fears, on the side of the road

Break down under the load they carry in their tears,

A few seek the beauty of the world around them

– Very well-hidden gem – through science, deity;

Sadly some cannot see the many different paths,

They surrender to wrath, listening to no plea.

I for one cannot say to which crowd I belong

For my heart walks along the edge, ready to sway…

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Life is also ugly, full of deformity,

A true calamity that treats us all roughly.

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Step by step, a dance below

The age-old crying willow,

Round and round, infinitely,

Both are bound so quietly;

Step by step, a single flow,

Two people now dance a slow,

Soft cloth in the wind rustling,

Two bodies gently bustling;

Step by step, a dance below

The age-old crying willow,

Heart with heart, beating alike,

Hand in hand, it might just strike;

Step by step, a single flow,

Two people now dance a slow,

Machismo, gentle allure,

Both allied, beautiful cure.

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