| and_the_poets_dreamed | ||
| florescent light | .....but not a word was spoken. | 010310 |
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| monadh |
of countless stars in an ever constantly changing sea |
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| Mr. Wonderful |
...Of prosperity, and poverty Of happiness, and torment... |
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| monadh | all their nights had spoken | 010403 |
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| dB |
They dreamed the impossible. So impossible that on waking, they vanished like a fog in the morning sun. The poets are the last true heroes of this place. And they are dying. |
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| monadh | of the sunrise | 010916 |
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what's it to you? who go |
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