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Black in the east,
the sun set, long ago,
now for the curiosity,
from the traveling show.

Many moves, so many,
best with sleight of hand,
from a magician, who is
on a one-night stand.

He dazzled the crowd,
with his visual display,
went behind a curtain
an vanished, flying away,

Never the story, to recall,
without a visual display,
curiosity was present when
he disappeared that day.

when the love,
of which you have spoken,
has been replaced by,
an aged, tarnished token,

then you too,
will have found love,
through the blessing,
of God above.

Think ye not,
of worldly claim.
Be at peace
staying the same.

If you would care
to come to me,
be the person,
you want to be.

My heart began beating,
with a regular heart rate,
Why this happened,
I can only pontificate,

There won't be another tomorrow,
were words well said,
for there is a problem.
Many of us may be dead,

What was the question,
another voice, chimed in,
for at this rate, it will only be
an ordinary, simple, venial sin.

Aches and pains
still exist,
from my misspent youth.
Broken legs, broken wrist

Latent waters, still.
Now run deep.
Is there time,
for you to sleep?

For when the
big sleep will be,
you may sleep
for an eternity.

When time draws nigh,
we may smile once more.
Pain will be gone,
now and forever more.

Pain is an elusive thing,
for it can be masked,
with motion and time,
and with subtleness sublime.

Don't fret the small stuff,
so, I've been told,
for all the many reasons,
it is starting to get old.

Water spray to Rainbows,
coming in the fall.
A most pleasant display,
and that isn't all.

For Nature, in its wonder,
will never get old.
At least those are the words
I have been told.

Away we go,
to the land beyond,
where flowers grow,
close to the sound

of music, of which,
we'll sing,
about a life which
was so very endearing.

A love we had,
for many a year,
as said earlier,
will still endear.

The words are too many,
the thoughts are too few,
as I try to remember,
how much I loved you.

You are now missing,
from this life I lived.
You were my life,
now I must proceed,

going on with life,
although it's you I need.
I am saddened daily,
but I must now proceed.

I've lost my way,
was to me said.
I no longer belong
to the living dead.

Be you here,
be thee far,
I will know you,
by whom you are.

Run and hide,
if you can.
Do what you need,
for you are the man.

Have you seen,
what I wrote?
Do you have a clue,
you must emote,

if you will survive,
at this time,
for an absence of effort,
will make you sublime.

Words will mix,
words will match,
blending together.
What's the catch?

Words we know,
from Latin or French.
Words quite guttural,
still in the trench.

Words like kinder,
German for child,
then Garten.
Aren't words wild?

Latin words, like port,
meaning gate,
Words similar to some,
mama is great.

There are many words,
we use every day.
Derived from other counties,
or in another way.