Twas very and very long ago.
In a place I dare to go.
That a dream withered there whom you may not know.
By the old man of three.
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Yet, I shut my eyes.
Only to see far wanderers wandering away.
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Rumored in that era.
It ponders thoughts.
For people believe, yet none do.
But, yet some-one knew.
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Thy eyes see light in all directions.
Thy heart aches at night.
Thy ponders thoughts, worries, and doubtful stress in thy mind.
Thy hurts to see the other cry.
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Christmas time is near.
There are dancing sugar plum fairies above your head, when fast asleep.
You can dream of little toy trains.
A time of laughter and spirit.
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Seen to thee heart is by lonely death.
That we may speak with no tongue.
Our breath may shatter for lights fore-longing love.
That we should beseech our eyes of shaming tears.
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Rivers, so high above the sky.
A place for home to be,
To lay in the waters light.
To calm to wish away the mind.
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Wants are fulfillment.
Wants are needs, but yet not, so.
They are wistful and thwarted.
Thus thou be a desire of heart for yet, so confound.
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