Monday, July 9, 2007

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

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