it was well worth it
staying up so late, for her
pleasant gratitude
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it was well worth it
staying up so late, for her
pleasant gratitude
Pleasant gratitude
the quiet company of
a beloved pet dog
a beloved pet dog
of a beloved is as
beloved as she!
beloved as she
time speaks to me (in slumber)
ticking to a dirge
ticking to a dirge
the atmosphere became sad
all poesy was gone!
all poesy was gone
the rhythm was beyond lost
thus did come the end
All poesy gone
when reborn to a phoenix
full of stark truth, fearless
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thus did come the end
when reborn to a phoenix
full of stark truth, fearless
full of stark truth, fearless
Joan of Arc died on the stake
what a saintly death !
what a saintly death!
None shall remember valor,
only her demise
only her demise
presaged the birth of new worlds
foreshadowed by war...
foreshadowed by war
not wanting to face the end
all truth was destroyed
all truth was destroyed
when you applied reason
love and faith vanished
love and faith vanished
with the unfaithful lover
cannot count the loss
cannot count the loss
of those beautiful minds, died
of unsaintly wars
of unsaintly wars
we are all victims, sorry
though we can't say why.