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For ancient celts 'tis a new year |
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Lowly poets teach royals no winter fear |
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Even jesters babble - write braggart tones |
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Verses meant for witches, hags, chrones. |
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I fumble, mumble, tumble toward your orb |
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Exchanging insights of what to absorb |
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Wall with missing bricks start to crumble |
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Did you feel the latest rumble? |
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Both seem cautious of nature's force |
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Filling silence with chatter course |
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Wondering why two paths converge |
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Holding ground yet a curious urge. |
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Confessions given still no flight |
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Hold back virtue a hubris fight |
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Secrets held fast not winds four |
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Exciting knock at a familiar door. |
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This culture is filled with bloody lies |
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Victors hid crimes block rewrite cries |
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Yet call for "honesty" fair maid request |
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Between us, I'll do my very best. |
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I've swung far side truths two absolutes |
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Mistake marks my face show karma roots |
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Sketches, melodies, flashes begun to bloom |
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Your turn now plenty of speaking room! |
