❃ Dead Poets Society ❃
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
Some of my works
From the Ashes
Kitten's Sultry Champagne Girl Adventure
The end of Innocence
Diamonds Are Forever!
Silencing of the Lambs
The luck of the Irish
Proud Holder of Wrench's 1000th mail.
PP friendly, just pay me back 5000 + 1337 because you are so Leet.
RIP Blue Note Label
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