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The Sinner I. Something warm and kind left my soul And the privilege of life became an empty dream.When I sinned, I was the fools I’d despised-The felons we all cast off from ourselves. My body is the outcast of my own soul-Torn from favour, it resides in the dark.Tomorrow is the outcome…
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The Nihilist There is a school of thought I have come to know That I have not known before. I see- as seeing is in the mind- A man who is this thing… He lives in the heart of winter And that heart is all he knows. His life is like a winter wind That…
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The Fisherman A little rain is but a little pain- A gloomy sky is not met with a sigh! Give him a rod and give him some bait: On the river bank he’ll sit and there he will wait. Maybe he will sit there for the whole of the day- With a meditative look not…
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The Feeling My heart ascends to heaven’s height When the feeling finds my soul! My heart is the perfect picture As this feeling takes control. The world is an image I know Like myself and all I am- The past is here like today And I can think like any man. Secrets unfold with a…
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