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ART IS
THE BEGINNING
OF A SECOND LIFE
STARTING WITH
A KISS
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NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS,
SO DON’T PRETEND TO KNOW, WHAT ART IS,
FOR THE STORY BEYOND IS THE WEAVER’S PLAYGROUND,
CASTING ABOUT FOR TRUTH, MASTER OF THE ARTFUL WORD,
THE SPIDER’S PASSION PLAY.
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WORDS ... SEARCHING THE HORIZON
ROLLING WAVES OUT OF THE DARK ... ... ...
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POETRY IS
FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
THE POWERFUL BEAUTY
OF THE WORD
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THROWN INTO LIFE
WITH A DEAFENING SCREAM
ECHOING THROUGH THE NIGHT
TO MEET OUR DAYLIGHT
RISING STAR
KEEP ON SHINING
TO FILL OUR HEARTS
WITH DELIGHT
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SPARKLING STARLETS
REFLECTIONS OF OUR DREAMS
INCARNATIONS OF OUR HOPES
SCATTERED TO THE FOUR WINDS
GHOST LIGHTS CONVEYED
ON A MYSTERY TRIP
FLEEING MEMORIES
MAKING THEIR WAY
TO THE POINT
OF NO RETURN
JUST AUTUMN LEAVES
SHROUDING OUR BODIES
BEFORE THEY CRUMBLE
AWAY
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LISTEN
TO THE WIND
HOWLING
AS WE SLEEP
SCATTERING
WORDS
OF WISDOM
CARRYING
OUR HOPES
AS STARS
EMBLAZE
THE DOWNS
OF NETHERWORLD
SPREADING
COSMIC DUST
TELLING
STORIES
ABOUT
CASTAWAYS
TRAVELLING
LIGHT-YEARS AWAY
NEVER TOUCHING
THE BOTTOM
NEVER REACHING
THE TOP
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FINDING NO PEACE
TALKING TO THE WINDS
SPREADING THEIR WINGS
SHROUDED IN MYSTERY
SEARCHING THEIR PAST
LEAVING THEIR TRACES
HIDING THEIR FACES
LOST IN REVERIE
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NO FLAGS
NO NATIONS
NO ARMIES
NO WEAPONS
NO RELIGIONS
NO DOGMAS
NO CROSSES
NO SICKLES
NO PROPHETS
NO DISCIPLES
NO BELIEF IN
HOLY WARS
NO MARTYRS
OR VICTIMS
NO ENEMIES
OR REFUGEES
IN THIS LAND
OF DREAMS
YOU WILL MEET
BROTHERS AND SISTERS
MARCHING BAREFOOT
ALL EQUAL AND
FREE
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BORN TO BREATHE IN AND OUT
WE TRY TO LIVE
WE TRY TO LOVE
UNTIL WE FAIL AND FALL
STRUGGLING ...
EATING THE DUST
FEELING THE PAIN
UNTIL WE CRY AND FAINT
GOING ON DAY AND NIGHT
WITH NO ESCAPE
UNLESS WE BREAK THE LINE
AND STEP INTO THE DARK
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FROM
THE DEPTH
OF LOST AGES
NO NEED
FOR A CLOCK
TO MEASURE
THE PROGRESS OF TIME
FOR THE STARS ABOVE
WILL TELL US
THE MEANING
OF OUR QUEST
... INFINITY ...
NOTHING
BUT A LOSS
TO BE SHARED
BY FADING STARS
SPENDING COMFORT
TO THOSE WHO CAN SEE
THROUGH THE AGES
OF TIME
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STARS
A..GOLDMINE
CAVED..BY..TIME
FLEETING..BEAUTIES
A..GRAVEYARD..OF..DREAMS
ALL..SPOOKING..AND..SHINING
IN..THE..MIDDLE..OF..NOWHERE
STIRRING..UP..A..POET'S..HEART
LIGHTING..THE..MINER'S..PATH
FOR..HE..IS..DIGGING..DEEP
FOR..THE..FINAL..WORD
TO..BE..FOUND
AND..HEARD
AT..LAST
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ART IS