Poems from Crosby

Listen O' ye weary traveler To my tale of Love and Death. This life is a cruel mistress, She seeks to destroy the proud, So be not haughty...
One dreary night so bleak and grim, I found myself gone in spirit. No longer was I alone in my room, but alone in the depths of a pit. I...
I have a confession. There is a someone, A special someone, A someone who warms my smile, A someone who brightens my day, A someone that...
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me At every twist and turn? My must my heart beat To the sound...
O' how cruel mine own heart be! It cares not if my head forbids It to love so as to not be twain in half again. Yet this fiend that sets...

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