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SHAPES WITHOUT FORMS, SHADES WITHOUT COLORS,

THE ALWAYS RISING OF THE NIGHT,

WHERE ANGELS AND DEVILS COME TO LAUGH AND PLAY

IN A RECOIL OF FANCY WHIMS AND RAINBOW MISTS.



AND TO MAKE AN END IS TO HAD MADE A START,

UNDER THE TWINKLE OF A FALLING STAR,

AND ANGELS HEARD YOU AND STRAIGH APPEARED

WAITING FOR YOU WITH  OPEN DOORS.



THE WORLD IS  LIFE ENDURED, AND LIVED BY ALL

HARDLY HANGING THERE, ACROSS THE BLUE SKY,

FOR ANOTHER DREAM THAT GOES, INTO POSSESSION

OF ANOTHER MIND.



FROM ALL THAT WE ARE  TO REMEMBER, THE SOUL

DESCENDS AGAIN AND AGAIN INTO BITTER LOVE,

WITH EYES THAT I NEVER DARE TO MEET NOT EVEN

IN DREAMS.



LET LOVERS AND LOVE GO FRESH  AND SWEET,

TO RUN THEIR COURSE UNDONE,

WHERE ALL THE ANGELS AND DEVILS COME TO

PLAY, IN YOUR OWN MIND



AND UNDER THE SKY STUDDED WITH BURSTING

STARS AND SILENT VIOLINS,  AND LOVE FLYING

WITH UNCONFINED WILD WINGS.



AND WHAT WE CALL THE BEGINNING IS SOMETIMES

THE END,

AS THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHTS COME AROUND,

LOVE IS JUST LIKE A BED OF SWEET DREAMS,



TO RECONCILE THE CRUEL REALITY OF LIFE  AND

DEATH.





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