The Lost MayflowerNow you're alone On your emerald throne All these feelings have lost Your only friend is this hall made of stoneThe Lost Mayflower
The sky is your soul's dome And the northern twilight is your home You live with this pale sorrow In that place where the infinite dreams roam
I can imagine the Baltic Sea Where the song of innocence rides free And I know you are watching me from a distant star Look,the silence of your grace is rising over me.
Rains Of MiseryNo more quiet nights The forest is now a thing of past My stroll is something like a fairy tale... I speak with you through the silenceRains Of Misery
Rains of misery comes on me Lost the passion , found the pain My collected fears I am casting End hope comes with rain.
James Thomson (1700-1748)
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Im NEVER the model
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Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?
-Edgar Allan Poe
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Some of us are merely born to die
~me
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- I want to know God's thoughts... the rest are details. ~Einstein
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