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Long feltHow dear andSentimental,Moved to tearsBy souvenirsLong kept,With deep affection,This love, that wouldEven the heartless,Melt,How lucky thoseThat have so loved,So deeply loveHave felt.

Looking for mountains to climb,Peaks of imagination, to clearTo do some good,To change the dance,To sing our song,Promote our stance.Do you think we still have a chance?Perhaps, maybe it’s not too late,The last thing you lose is Hope,So well hidden in Pandora’s box,But still the best we’ve got,We are Americans, we don’t give up!

The purity of feather goes together,With the purity sought,By fallen man,Once his soul was lost.Oh Swan,Could I ever aspire,To describe the desire,Of saying what you really are?The everlasting pure white choir,Of a floating star.

Living passionsAre the Arts,A fluidity not rationedInstantly,Sets them apart.Life’s adventureAlways differentAs an ever burning hearth,Love, the feeling that inspiresAs the Artist’s inner firesBecome mirrors of his art.

There is no hope left,It’s only a matter of time till,Total decay and crumbling happens,Becoming the fatal destinyOf every dissolute and perverted nation,That has planted and grown the seedsOf its own devastation.

Participating withThe belovedIn a Springtime PaintingOf Bliss,Where Love is,All that mattersAll that existsAll that will everBe wanted inEcstasy’s kiss.