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Published: 2005-04-17 22:12:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 75; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Description [ that which is great, is singular, as lonely as a mountain peak
  biding its time, bitter, stuck, amidst the strong biting wind
  where water is scarce, and life, is almost non-existant
  on mountain high, the earth is strong, sharp, and rough
  whither does it not long to be the rolling fertile plains
  where the sun gives healthy shine, and the grass, soft and divine
  and laughter is heard by the ample brook,
  and all is well, in the valley, dales and dells.]
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[ Canst there be a measure for sorrow own?
  Ye sensitive souls have only choice to feel
  Into thy future ayla ye sees
  Yea, heavy heart, heavy heart
  To rest and solace, such longing
  Unmounted hope upon dead mare
  Taxing is such weary’s fare]
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Comments: 2

moonlightfear [2005-04-18 03:35:28 +0000 UTC]

love them, very touching

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oracleoflight In reply to moonlightfear [2005-04-18 05:40:57 +0000 UTC]

thanks

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