S Ovwata Onojieruo

Farewell nooks and cranies
Of elysian blissful land
Farewell friends and foes
Dwelling and indwelling upon this plain
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A positively mad scholar,
powerfully maddened by human despair
and fleets the fleet of existing morals
in the openly closed earthly disorder
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Straying between time and space
the fleeting memories of bygone years
uphold the inner feeling of resentment and relentment
chases the ulterior and upholder of modesty
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We'll always meet people in life
persons we love and some we hate
we always wish love never ends
and hate go soon quickly away
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Hate drowns the human soul
Love crowns each human life
Hate leaves bowels uneasy
Love leaves whole being so steady
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No bell's as sweet as the one at school
no voice so smooth as the friends at school
no home so free as the class i see
no one so real as my teachers thrill.
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Like the rising sun in the early morning hour
And the soothing cool breeze across the night sky
She taught me how to Love,
And the first person I really could ever love was her.
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Because it's morning
and this morn' came so early;
We rejoice,
because it's daylight
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Where the small torches lit lightly in blistering rebuke over unseen yore's day
It was you I saw 'εγώ ο ίδιος' the crying Dragon, my fleeting shadow
'They said it was I who caused the murder, who killed another's Mother; who brought this blood on 'cracy's Chapiter
speak to me 'eaftós'' but he has already fled.
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The whispers of the birds i see,
the fleeting sounds on several hills,
the melodies of singing trees,
are worth; not a dime,
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Your divine candor sips and saps
all resistance like diamond sparks.
Your radiant aura fills and wraps
the soul of any - yes it hacks
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We were married before in our first life
We were young lovers
The village wouldn't let us be
Our union was inimical
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That these beautiful smiles
Will ever be here to stay,
That these lovely bright eyes
Will never grow dim with pain,
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As the time itches closer,
and it seems as though I'm about to seal a destiny that I am afraid of sealing,
all that runs through my whole 'me' asks;
who am I?
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A lass so smooth as pret' can be
with hairlines glam' a being to see
a voice soothing ' a honey bee
she asks so soft yet rift with Glee
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Who would think that beauty's capturing
captivating and leaves no strength to fight,
who would feel being pret' is enchanting
so demanding, you can't resist it's might.
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Soon enough we'll be there my friend
watching rulers, kings ' even fiends
great men seeking ' our views 'out end
potentates leading in such trends
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Do not love me- my friend
like a dream in the night; which disappears with the rise of daylight,
do not love me like an object of fantasy
which vanishes with the presence of reality,
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If i forget you- my friend
let the sun split through the plantain sucker while still young
if i cease to remember-
then let the ocean roll back four miles from this place
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