To say my heart most willingly doth go 
Is a but a lie that melts as snow 
Than to ply that cheerful smile
Leaves but a sense and taste of bile 
And off I fly 
As thou I never left the sky 
And sit beneath the stone 
To Dance another dance 
And joy the earth to roam 
And breath that breathe of chance
To conjure life from bone
Monday, July 9, 2007
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