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You are aboard an ageless train;
No matter how you rack your brain
You cannot seem to understand
The power that you must withstand.
For each new life away taken,
None can help but being shaken,
However you must resist fear
And face death to stop the soldier.
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Sun is high and oh so bright,
In the middle of its flight,
Yet in my heart cold remains,
So does the sting of my pains;
In my eyes light has gone dim,
I feel myself on the brim,
Won’t hold on for much longer,
Cannot resist, ’tis stronger…
Hello darkness my old friend,
How have you been all those years,
How have you been, sombre fiend?
You, the source of all my fears.
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Time goes by, feel it fly!
Grains of sand -for each hand-
Fall downwards, move onwards,
None can see, none can flee,
Just make most of that host,
Take it back; move, don’t slack,
Melancholy, oh that folly!
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Oh I know you are here,
Yes indeed I can hear
Your voice ringing so clear
Pleasantly to my ear,
Though, despite even this,
I cannot help but miss
Your presence, reminisce
About its soft warm bliss.
Perhaps it is not fair,
To force us both to bear
A burden so unfair,
Perhaps it is; I care…
For I know it’s not new,
My feelings are all true,
For I know it’s long due
That I tell I love you.
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And here I am, standing in the warm sun,
My eyes are closed, dreaming of having fun,
The day is great but cannot be adored
For the simple reason that I am bored…
Do not ask me why this is happening,
Or to explain wherefrom comes this feeling,
I don’t even know what has gone amiss,
But somehow I cannot feel simple bliss…
Oh I am bored, though I want not to be,
Isn’t there anyone who can help me,
Fill my heart with things akin to wonder,
Excitement, and bring back the lorn thunder?
Neither sad nor depressed, just a bit blue,
Can you help me, at least to find a clue?
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I know I will,
I will never quit,
I know I will,
I will keep going.
I know I will,
I will never quite,
I know I will,
I will get this thing.
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So, to dream or to live?
Often you’ll have to choose,
But why make it and lose
When you can just believe?
Oh dear, life is your muse,
Though, for all you receive,
Know beauty can deceive,
And that all of us bruise.
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If I told you sweet words
Oh simply to impress,
If I showed you the birds
And all that is priceless,
If I loved you so much,
So much that it would hurt,
If I yearned for your touch
In never-ending flirt,
If I took you away
To places of wonder,
If I only dared say
I’ve long felt the thunder!
If I were brave and true,
As soon as light of day
Would bathe us in its ray,
If I were brave and true,
This is what I would do…
But I am not, I know,
All of this was for show,
And none can I undo.
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Sans cahots ni sans heurts,
Sans sabots ni sans cœur,
Un bourreau sans chaleur,
L’échafaud, monte en pleur
Car il faut sonner l’heure
Du héro, leur sauveur.
Cent cachots, tous en chœur,
Cent échos si harangueur,
De la haut, fi des peurs,
Sonnent faux, prient son heur.
Cent hérauts et jongleurs
Sans un mot et sans pleur,
En un sursaut rageur,
Brandissent, Ô poing vengeur.
En cette aube de malheur,
Par ces sots, vils penseurs,
Par ces faux fils de mœurs,
Au service de l’empereur,
Bien trop servile ferveur,
Sans accroc ni erreur.
Un terreau et des fleurs,
Ce héro gît sans peur,
Vivent ses mots et ne meurent,
Sans ego ni fureur.
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Alone. It’s now just the two of them
Fighting for their kind, fighting to the death,
Until one or the other, draws his final breath
Gods among men, otherworldly mayhem.
One is the lost son of the sun,
Whose legend has only begun,
The other the keeper of night,
Which he has long kept full of fright.
Clashing against one another,
They cannot be stopped anymore,
Not even when both have reached death’s door,
Except by the soft touch of a mother.
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Tales of Ore 