Wednesday, 31 August 2011
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Monday, 29 August 2011
The only bit I like
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Oh Living Eye, Come Tell Me Why.
My soul is still my body's prisoner.
Why when hope is gone,
do you stay on,
May not a cheated maiden die?
Hearts do not break,
They sting and ache.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Friday, 26 August 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
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