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| Cleo kind of inspired this - at least my dream about her and Mark Antony triggered it off. Somehow that scene was somewhat ironical, though it really did happen in true life. |
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Zero beauty enchants
To follow where none venture
Drifting past the mirror of
Her glimmering self
As the trees reached out
To stroke their daughter of hate
Dry up your tears and come
The road of beloved truth
Underlying rusty silver and gold
And hard rocks to cushion your fall
The sun has gone
Too far to lead the paths
To walk into daydreamed castles
She is surrounded by clouds
That only exist
When people embrace hope and love
Stay where you wish no matter
If your journey only gives
A grey casket holding portraits
To lift you to the skies
There is nothing between
The silver walls which
Steadfastly holds her cries
Through the portal into
The land where she can only
See the crowd amidst herself
Look at the stars shine
Through the purple sky
Impossiblity within all
Held in your hands
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